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chapter 114: Her Own Name

Autor: Kai
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-18 05:22:11

POV: Riley

Hartwell's lawyer issued the statement at two in the afternoon.

I read it on my phone standing outside the library, the cold pressing through my jacket, the words doing the specific thing that carefully managed legal language did, which was to say nothing while appearing to say something. Committed to full cooperation. Confident the complete record will provide appropriate context. Grateful for the oversight process.

Appropriate context. That was the phase that sat wrong. As if seven
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