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Chapter 19: Midnight Conversation
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2026-07-07 21:00:34POV: Charlotte
I gave up trying to sleep around one in the morning.
There wasn’t anything specific keeping me awake, not the podium, not the word treatment, just the general restlessness that had settled into me since the gala, the kind that made the ceiling above my bed feel too close and the silence in the house feel too loud at the same time. I lay there for almost an hour trying to talk myself into drowsiness before I finally gave up, pulled on a sweater over my pajama
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