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The Truth Of That Year

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Isla’s POV

They say all work and no play makes one dull, and I believe it. Alexander and I decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city. The world felt far away at Alexander’s lakeside estate. The chaos of Chicago, the headlines, the investigations, the Senate debates, all seemed like a storm behind glass. Here, there was only the gentle rustle of water against the dock and the golden hum of autumn sunlight spilling through the trees.

I stood barefoot on the veranda, a mug of
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