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October Again

Autor: Edur Dumebi
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-20 21:47:41

CHAPTER 59

POV: Ryder

October arrived differently the second time.

Not the tentative October of a year ago — the one that had carried the Meridian application and the hiring materials and the specific, charged uncertainty of two people figuring out the shape of what came next.

This October knew what it was.

He felt it on the first morning — waking in the Meridian apartment, her still asleep, the east-facing window showing the specific amber quality of October light that had decided to be g
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