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93. The Woman They Created

Auteur: Monica Wild
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-05 09:52:49
The morning came with a quiet, suffocating gray.

Spring should have softened the city by now, but the sky hung low and heavy, clouds pressing down like a weight that refused to lift. A thin drizzle tapped against the tall glass windows of the Cassel Group headquarters, streaking the view into blurred lines of steel and shadow.

Inside, everything felt colder.

Not because of the weather.

But because of what was waiting.

Enola stepped out of the car without hesitation.

The cold air brus
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