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The Confrontation(2)

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 23:36:35

ELARA'S POV:

"Elara," he says. "Please. Listen to me. Whatever you think you know—"

"I know enough," I say interrupting him. "I know that you killed my family, all of you and that is enough for me."

"That is not true."

"Prove it."

He opens his mouth and then closes it. He does not know what to say. He does not know how to defend himself against what I have been told.

I turn and walk away.

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CELESTINE'S POV:

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I am in the kitchen when I hear the voices.

I walk to the window. I look out at th
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