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"Divorce certificate..."
Kaelen’s fingers dug into the edge of the document, the gilded words reflecting the cold, sharp light of the dining room.
He swallowed hard, the sound of blood rushing in his ears like a torrent, as if someone were slowly carving open his chest with a blunt knife.
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