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... rom the bowl of chicken broth. I’ve kept it simple—just broth, buttered bread, a small dish of sliced fruit. Light. Easy. Something that might coax strength back into a body that looks far too breakable.
Upstairs, the second floor feels hushed. The shower has gone quiet.
I knock once. Then again. No answer.
"Ciel?" I call softly.
Still nothing.
The doctor warned me—fragile, exhausted, drifting in and out. Maybe he’s sleeping. I shift the tray, nudge the do ...
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