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Chapter 0490

Ian and I are sitting at the kitchen table that morning, going through some of the books that his tutor sent for he and Alvin to explore this upcoming week.

“I hate these books,” Ian grumbles, pushing them away from him and frowning petulantly at the pile.

“What?!” I cry, genuinely surprised. “Wha
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