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Chapter 52 — The Good Months

作者: Spli_vena
last update 公開日: 2026-06-22 17:31:19

Anita pov

Sorrel grew faster than any of us were ready for.

The Calloway & Reed order came through the week after the showcase, and then a second retailer, and then a feature in a magazine I had read at university and never once imagined would print my name. Helen handled the business end with a competence that bordered on frightening, and I designed, and for the first time in my life I was tired in the way that had nothing to do with surviving anything… the clean exhaustion of a person doing t
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