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Chapter 11: Clara’s Rage

Author: Anne
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-18 23:18:04

NORA’s POV

The morning light in London was soft and grey, filtering through the tall, sparkling windows of my new apartment in Kensington.

Outside, the classic red double-decker buses rolled past historic stone buildings, and the damp air carried the quiet, steady rhythm of a city that never stopped moving.

I stood by the kitchen counter, holding a warm ceramic mug of tea between my hands. I looked down at my left leg.

The damp English weather always brought a dull, familiar ache to the deep,
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