Chapter 230 two hundred and thirty

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ELORA

The sun had barely dipped beneath the Manhattan skyline when I turned on the TV in my living room. The breaking news banner spread boldly across the screen, and I stared, numb, as Rowen Grayson’s face lit up the broadcast. It was surreal. After everything that had happened—after all the...

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