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Chapter 167

Autor: Eric Parsley
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-21 19:24:20

​The rain didn't fall with the cinematic precision of a "Vane Group" simulation. It was chaotic, messy, and cold, drumming against the thin windowpanes of the London flat with a relentless, rhythmic thud. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of an old radiator struggling to keep the April chill at bay.

​Nora stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still resting on the rough fabric of Julian’s sleeve. The sensation was overwhelming—not because it was magical,
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