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Chapter 63 What Isabelle Reads

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The second morning of the corporate visit began with a quiet kitchen. Aurora walked downstairs at seven. Julian had already left for Oswald's.

Isabelle Voss sat at the center island. She was typing rapidly on a very thin silver laptop.

"Good morning, Aurora," Isabelle said warmly.

"Good morning," Aurora replied. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Julian already made me a cup," Isabelle smiled. "Thank you."

Aurora poured her mug. She sat across the counter.

"I was reviewing the Palate Memory researc
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