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Chapter 17: The Morning Log
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2026-06-18 03:30:18The silver, sterile light of an Edmonton dawn cut through the upper windows of the East Wing library, slicing across the concrete floor like a razor blade. It was exactly 05:30.
Grace opened her eyes to the harsh reality of the morning, her mind instantly attempting to boot up its standard analytical sequences. But the data parameters were fundamentally broken.
She
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The silver, sterile light of an Edmonton dawn cut through the upper windows of the East Wing library, slicing across the concrete floor like a razor blade. It was exactly 05:30.Grace opened her eyes to the harsh reality of the morning, her mind instantly attempting to boot up its standard analytical sequences. But the data parameters were fundamentally broken.She was still resting on the deep, charcoal-toned leather sofa where Elias had carried her in the bruising, silent hours of the night. Her ivory blazer was draped over a nearby chair, wrinkled and structurally ruined; her skin was warm, mapped with the faint, flushed reminders of a territorial possession that had shattered every line of their forty-page contract.Beside her, the space on the sofa was already cold.
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