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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: Eli at Twelve

Author: Opey Lux
last update publish date: 2026-10-06 20:18:29

Eli

I turned twelve on a Thursday.

The birthday itself was unremarkable in the ways that birthdays were unremarkable when you were old enough to understand that the day was a convention rather than a threshold. The calendar had assigned significance to this date and the family had organised themselves around the assignment — cake, which James ate with focused efficiency, presents, a call from grandmother who asked the correct questions — and I received all of it with the appropriate appreciatio
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