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CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO_ CLAIRE’S POV

Penulis: Claire Ree
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-27 23:41:31
By the time I stepped out into the street, the world was already watching me.

Not the way it used to.

Not recognition softened by curiosity or polite interest.

No, this was different. This was.

People looked at me, and didn’t look away fast enough.

A woman standing near the curb leaned slightly toward the person beside her, whispering something I didn’t need to hear to understand.

Another man across the street lifted his phone just a little too casually, angling it in my direction
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