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Chapter 83: Renaud’s Arrival
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2026-05-23 18:07:38The house still held the blackout in its bones even after the emergency lights came on.
That was the first thing I noticed once Monique finished speaking.
Not darkness exactly. Residue. A hush that had learned too much in too little time. The library glowed in low amber now, but the shadows stayed thick in the corners, and the war room behind the panel looked less like a place for evidence than a chamber that had finally grown tired of waiting politely.
Monique sat with h
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