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CHAPTER 68 The Defeated

Grant

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight, the scent of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea wafting from the cup on my desk. I stared at the ceiling of my office, its delicate wood paneling blurring as my mind churned.

I'm now back in Bellmore and the air felt stale with t...