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Chapter 46: Julian's Play

Author: Josh OA
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-19 13:54:12

LPOV: Lena Moretti

The call came the next morning. My regular phone. An unknown number. I almost didn't answer because unknown numbers had become synonymous with journalists trying to get quotes about the Crane family scandal. But something made me pick up. Maybe instinct. Maybe the universe's cruel sense of timing, delivering the worst possible phone call on the morning I was supposed to start disappearing.

"Lena." Julian's voice. Warm. Concerned. Dripping with the same manufactured charm he
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