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Chapter 7 - Dear Dorian

Author: G. Brown
last update publish date: 2026-07-04 00:20:08
Dorian is absent.

Completely absent. For days. Since the night in the woods. And while Troy tries her best to concentrate on her lectures, her anxiety spirals deeper and deeper with every passing hour.

Sitting in class now, staring blankly at the professor as he rambles on about economics, she realizes she hasn’t heard a single word in the last twenty minutes. Her leg bounces underneath the table. Her fingers twitch around the pencil in her hand.

Where is he?

The thought keeps drilling through h
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