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chapter 17: The Price of A lie 🤄

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The interior of the limousine felt like a vacuum. The tinted windows erased the world outside, leaving only the scent of Julian’s expensive cologne and the damp, earthy smell of that single salvaged page.

"Did you really think I’d leave the most important piece of leverage in this town at the bottom of a lake?" Julian asked. His voice was conversational, which was far more terrifying than if he had been shouting.

"You said the police found nothing," I whispered, staring at the blurred ink on th
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