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2021-10-22 23:25:10C H A P T E R 1 5 : O F F A N T A S Y A N D S U P E R N A T U R A L
“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.”
Aldous Huxley, Complete Essays 2, 1926-29~
When I wake up the next day, it almost feels like nothing changed. But deep down in my heart, I know it did and there’s no turning back. I quickly take a bath and go to my office. I grab all the documents I got from Pete, along with the phone records, and head outside. I am about to knock on the door when it swings open, revealing a good-looking man in a suit. Two blazing hazel eyes stare back at me. A mysterious smile appears on his face as the corners of his lips turn upwards. “Julie,” his deep voice caresses my name in a way that sends shivers on my skin. “What can I do for you?”
“Remliel,” I slightly nod. “I need your help.”
He swings the open wider and lets
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