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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.

wasn’t just any

You used some kind of sedative incense in my room–something that made me feel like I was having sleep paralysis? My mind was

incense developed by the Secret Service. Even the smallest amount induces a foggy, dreamlike state–almost

innocence. “Couldn’t bring you here quietly without it,

Here…

across

and the walls covered in ink landscape paintings, it was

one was utterly foreign. Unlike anything else in

this?” she asked, voice

surface of deep ocean at night. “Well, you wouldn’t tell the truth… so I had no

words higher–level,

burst into a cold laugh, her lips curling in disdain. “Queenie, you’re

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Che, 6 May MM.

Chapter 212 You’re Strange

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control freak?

smile faded.

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