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Chapter 30: The Map He Drew Before We Moved

作者: Eli_Roy
last update 公開日: 2026-05-10 14:39:59
I was awake before the house was.

Not from a sound. Just the quality of a mind that hadn't fully stopped... running the same sequence since I'd put the phone down the night before. What Victor knew. What he was doing with it. How much time remained before those two things met.

The briefing pack would arrive this morning. I'd read the courier confirmation three times before I slept.

I dressed and went downstairs.

Victor was in the entrance hall.

Signing for the courier envelope when I reache
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