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Chapter 149: The Acceptance

Autor: Cat Stories
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-09 00:04:05

I leave them in the bedroom.

They are tangled in the sheets, a sprawling landscape of muscle and scars, sleeping the deep, comatose sleep of men who have laid down their burdens.

I slip out into the hallway.

The mansion is quiet. It is the hour before dawn, the time when the shadows are longest and the silence is deepest.

A year ago, this silence terrified me.

I remember walking these halls in my oversized clothes, flinching at every creak of the floorboards. I remember hugging the walls, tryin
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