Chapter 295 43... 14... and 5: Amelia’s POV

The tea had gone cold an hour ago.

A thin film floated across the surface of my mug, and I kept meaning to skim it away, then forgetting. Nine o’clock. We'd been at this since seven, hunched over the obsidian desk with what remained of Sylvia’s journal spread between us in photographs rather than pa...

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