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Chapter Twenty three: Faye POV

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last update publish date: 2026-06-01 19:45:33

The word granddaughter sits in the room like something dropped from a great height.

I look at Lucien. He is watching me carefully, not pushing, not interpreting just waiting for me to decide what I am going to become in response to this. I look at the phone. I look at the map on the screen. I look at my own hands resting on the edge of the laptop, steady in a way I do not feel.

My father’s world.

Douglas Harmon. Dead. The man I built my understanding of reality around. The man who sold me to An
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