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C H A P T E R 11 - Marcel.
The moment that the words had left my mouth, I saw her start to frown, her eyebrows knitting together in what seemed to be confusion. I wasn’t sure whether or not I was meant to prompt her by saying something else, or whether it would be best for me to stay quiet. I decided to go with the latter, because Hera needed time to process things. If there was anything that I had learnt about her, it was that. “There’s a lot to remember.” Her voice was quiet, almost giving me the impression that she was ashamed of what she had said. I couldn’t understand why, but the possibility that I was reading too deeply into it was more than merely a possibility. “What was it that you couldn’t remember?” Colour flooded her checks, her eyes dropping down to the space between us. “I remembered everyth
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