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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: October

Author: Sir Josh
last update publish date: 2026-07-27 14:35:19

It was an ordinary weekend in October when I understood that the life had become what I had been building it toward without knowing that was what I was building toward.

Not a gala. Not a legal development. Not a drawing from a drawer or a letter through the post or a compliance filing or a document on a screen. An ordinary weekend at the farmhouse with the specific quality of a place that had completed its renovation in the east wing and was now entirely livable and was living proof that bones,
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