Chapter 87 CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN | CANDLES AND CONSEQUENCES

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN | CANDLES AND CONSEQUENCES

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The candles were already burning when I returned, thin flames stretching like they were listening. The room smelled of oil and warm stone. Quiet, except for the soft sound of breathing that wasn’t mine.

She stood near the window, back to me,...

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