Chapter 32
Author: Aeon Flux
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Morning light filtered softly into the Rand residence, stretching across the dining table where Iris sat with a cup of tea warming her hands. The house was quieter than usual—calm, settled—but Victor, as always, seemed fully awake and observant, his newspaper folded neatly beside his untouched breakfast.

He took a sip of his coffee, then glanced at Iris over the rim of the cup, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“You came home quite late last night,” he said casually, as though he were commenting on
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