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Chapter 94: The Abomination

Penulis: Cat Stories
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-09 07:28:14

The hallway is silent.

Aureliano is frozen on the stairs. He is holding the banister with one hand, his knuckles white. His other hand is pressed against his chest, as if he is trying to hold his heart inside his ribcage.

"You're pregnant," he said.

The words are still hanging in the air, heavy and absolute.

But his eyes aren't on my stomach anymore. They are on the diary lying open on the floor of the hallway behind me.

He walks up the last step. He moves like a man in a dream. Or a nightmare.
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