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Chapter 32: What the Fever Loosens

Author: Oby Jennifer
last update publish date: 2026-05-01 06:47:53
I came out again, walking toward his room, to see if he was doing any better, then I heard him talking, just his voice, low and slightly unsteady, drifting through the gap I had left in his bedroom door when I brought the soup.

I stood in the corridor and listened.

Then I went inside.

He was still propped up against the pillows, eyes open, the bowl mostly empty on the tray beside him. The lamp was low and his face had the particular expression of someone whose fever had climbed higher now, an
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