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Chapter 152

Author: PaloMack. S.
last update publish date: 2026-05-24 20:03:24

Maya's POV

The morning arrived cold and clear. The kind of April light that left no room for shadow.

The loft had been cleaned. The broken vase swept away. The knife bagged for evidence. The space restored to its purpose. Twelve pieces stood on their forms, waiting.

Elena arrived at ten. Léo was with her, a bandage on his forehead, his movements careful but steady. They walked in together, and the loft felt complete in a way it had not felt before. All of us in the same room. The full structure
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