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Chapter 40

مؤلف: K. C. G creation
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Isla POV

Teo turned out to be a quiet, compact man in his fifties who looked more like someone's uncle than someone who did whatever it was he actually did for a living. He took my phone into a corner of Dorian's office with a small black case of equipment and didn't say much beyond "give me twenty minutes," which stretched into forty while Dorian and I sat across from each other not talking about the thing we were both clearly thinking about.

"You don't have to stay," I sai
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