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If you're reading this, I'm already gone. She looked around the room. "Why would he keep coming back here?" No one answered immediately. Gabriel wandered to the bookshelf. He ran a finger across the dusty spines. "There used to be more books." Sarah looked over. "You remember them?" "I helped carry some of them down here." Rebecca frowned. "You said Claire never let you inside." "She didn't." Gabriel smiled faintly. "I left the boxes outside the door." He pulled out another storybook. Inside the front cover was Claire's handwriting.

"You know, the important stuff. Like, why did you choose this place? And what do you like to do when you're not working?" Gabriel thought for a moment, his eyes scanning the room as he considered the question. "Well, I chose this place because it’s quiet. I used to live in a busy neighborhood, but I couldn’t concentrate. I needed space to think, to write. And as for what I do when I’m not working... I spend time with my thoughts. I read a lot, or I’ll go for walks. Simple stuff, really." Lydia nodded, clearly fascinated by his answer. "I get that. I mean, I don’t have a house of my own yet, but I spend a lot of time in my apartment just reading or cooking. I think there’s something peaceful

I glanced at Xander, searching his eyes for any signs of anger or betrayal, but what I saw was a mix of emotions—shock, curiosity, and a flicker of hope. Slowly, Xander motioned for Gabriel to enter, and the three of us retreated to the library once more. The fire crackled, casting a warm glow upon our faces as we settled into the comfortable silence, the weight of this unexpected reunion settling upon our shoulders. Gabriel began to speak, his voice tinged with both remorse and determination. He shared the story of his departure, of the circumstances that had torn him away from Xander's life and plunged him into a world of secrecy and danger. He spoke of his yearning to reconnect, to bridge

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Chapter 68 The estate was unusually quiet that night, as though the air itself braced for the shift coming. Outside the balcony of the east wing, the city lights blinked lazily in the distance—innocent and unaware. Inside, Gabriel stood near the bar pouring himself a small glass of whiskey. His expression was drawn, eyes low, a thousand thoughts stirring behind them. The fire in the hearth danced quietly, throwing gold across the walls like a memory trying to burn itself into the future.