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It was the painting.

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That massive, ominous eye staring from the wall–a single, ink–black pupil radiating a bone–deep chill. The kind of cold that crept down the spine, clung to the skin like invisible fret.

Jean’s scalp prickled. Her brows furrowed in discomfort.

“You’re awake?”

Queenie’s voice broke the silence as she sat down across from her, separated only by a plain, rustic wooden table.

She smiled–but the smile was shallow, her eyes frosted with concealed menace.

Jean opened her mouth, but no words came out at first.

Because she’d caught the scent.

It clung faintly to her clothes–a subdued, aged aroma, like mellow sandalwood soaked in time. It brought with it an oddly grounding calm.

just

You used some kind of sedative incense in

right. It’s a special calming incense developed by the Secret Service. Even the smallest amount induces a foggy, dreamlike state–almost impossible to wake from on your

innocence. “Couldn’t bring you

Here…

swept across

ancient table and the walls covered in ink landscape paintings, it was completely

utterly foreign. Unlike anything else in

this?” she asked, voice laced

the surface of deep ocean at night. “Well, you

words

her lips curling in

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Che, 6 May MM.

Chapter 212 You’re Strange

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some kind of obsessive control freak? You won’t stop until you get the

smile faded.

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