Chapter 78 Heather

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"Dunstan, wake up!" I shook Dunstan gently. His breath reeked of alcohol, making me cringe as I desperately tried to rouse him. Even though the only source of light in the room was the bedside lamp, I could notice his expression—very clouded and disoriented. Although I knew Dunstan's long tolerance...

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