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Chapter 14 What She's Building

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last update Date de publication: 2026-04-09 07:46:17

The Cedar Falls community library was warm. It smelled of old paper and rain. Aurora stood near the children’s section. Lily sat at a small wooden table with her blue notebook.

Angela Monroe walked down the narrow aisle. She wore a perfectly tailored trench coat. She stopped right beside their table.

Angela stopped and smiled very warmly at the quiet five-year-old. "Hello there, Lily."

Lily did not look up from her page. She kept drawing her meticulous lines in the notebook. She did not acknowl
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