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The Routine Check-Up I

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-11 01:49:26

Sophie Laurent sat nervously in the elegant waiting room of Crowe Private Clinic, her fingers twisting the strap of her worn purse. The space felt more like a luxury hotel lobby than a medical facility, with soft cream leather chairs, original abstract paintings on the walls, and the faint scent of expensive disinfectant mixed with fresh flowers. Soft classical piano music played from hidden speakers. This was the kind of place only the wealthy could afford, and Sophie had saved for months ju
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