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Chapter 50: Heat in the Quiet
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2026-04-20 17:04:30Colette took one look at the blood and did not gasp.
She pivoted.
“Lower sitting room,” she said. “Not the clinic. Too exposed. Gabriel, call the doctor we trust. Julien can wait. Towels. Hot water. And if anyone from staff asks questions, you tell them Mr. Valois slipped on ice and was punished for his vanity.”
Renaud, pale under control, said, “I have never once been vain.”
Colette did not break stride. “This is not the t
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