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Chapter 159

Author: PaloMack. S.
last update publish date: 2026-05-27 23:32:28

Léo's POV

The loft felt different. It was the same exposed brick, polished concrete, and steel beams running across the ceiling, but the air inside had grown heavier denser, charged like the moment before a storm.

Maya was home but moving slowly. I had watched her come through the door, holding onto the wall, pausing in the hallway with her eyes closed for three seconds too long. She was compensating for her injuries, shifting the load away from the pain, refusing to appear fragile. She was doi
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