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Chapter 98: The Partition

Penulis: Cat Stories
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-12 09:07:18

The house is divided.

It isn't a line drawn in chalk. It isn't a barricade of furniture. It is a wall of silence so thick it muffles the sound of the ocean.

Aureliano has moved.

He didn't just move out of his office. He moved out of the West Wing entirely. He took his suits, his files, his bottles of scotch, and he retreated to the East Wing—the guest wing, the wing where the dead ancestors hang on the walls.

He has ceded the main house to us. To the bastards.

I stand in the doorway of the libr
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