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chapter 10

Author: La M
last update publish date: 2026-03-16 03:35:39

Jack POV

Every morning at eight they moved me to the dining room.

Not roughly. Not with hands on my arms or voices raised. Just a quiet knock and a polite instruction from whoever was on door duty. The room will be cleaned now. Please come with me.

I always went without argument.

Not because I was compliant. Because the dining room had a window that faced the front gate and the kitchen had staff who talked to each other the way people talk when they think nobody important is listening.

I was ne
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