Chapter 83
Author: Cy Pen
last update2026-09-30 20:54:19

At that moment in time, after the challenge had been made, after Sebastian had clung to that last explanation as though it were not merely an excuse but a lifeline, and after the room had adjusted itself around that new claim with all the eagerness of people desperate to believe there was still some ordinary reason behind the extraordinary scene they had witnessed, Penelope finally gave the instruction, and the force of her authority, though delivered without shouting, was such that the moment
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