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... he could feel the chill emanating from him.
It was cold, even colder than the autumn night.
With one hand on the stair railing, Yolanda Fern hesitated before speaking: “I’m leaving tomorrow, take care of yourself. I don’t know when we’ll meet again.”
Her face was pale, and she pressed a hand to her chest.
“If you truly have affection for Chale, you can adopt him as your godson,” Sylvan said casually.
He didn’t turn his head, his gaze settling on the wall a ...
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