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Chapter 90: “The Game That Reveals”

作者: Mart Grey
last update 公開日: 2026-05-18 21:44:12

MICHAEL'S POV

"Do you want to play the question game tonight?"

I looked up from the water glass I had been turning in my hands. Sarah was sitting across the table with her elbows on the surface and her chin resting on her folded hands, and she was looking at me with an expression that was neither performing casualness nor hiding the fact that the question had cost something to ask.

"If you want," I said.

"I am asking if you want to."

"Then yes," I said. "I want to."

She nodded, sat back, picked
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