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Chapter 38: An Enemy Unseen

作者: Ivy Rose
last update publish date: 2026-07-19 20:13:41

‎POV: Sebastian

‎The report said four medical appointments in six weeks.

‎I read that line twice, not because I hadn’t understood it the first time but because there was something almost satisfying about seeing it confirmed In writing after months of piecing it together from smaller, less conclusive things. A pattern of rescheduled meetings. A driver who waited outside certain buildings for periods of time that didn’t match the cover explanations. A man who had always moved through the world li
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