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Ch 9: Lucas De Santis

Auteur: Kudoz Penn
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-07 20:36:09
“The fabric… It’s too heavy.”

“Its weight is its worth,” she countered, pinning the shoulder of the jacket. “Claire understood that. She wore her diamonds like they were light as air, even when they weighed five pounds. She never complained. She never sweated.”

“I’m not Claire!” I shouted, the frustration finally snapping.

The room went silent. Aunt Gable froze, a pin held between her lips. Silas, who had been looking out the window, turned slowly.

“No,” Aunt Gable said, her voice dropping to
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