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Chapter 93 - [2.68] Harlow Valentine and the Deep Sea Metaphor

I fell asleep at midnight and woke up at 7:43.

Seventeen minutes before Harlow's breakfast ultimatum.

I lay there for exactly three seconds, staring at the ceiling, before my brain fully processed the situation. Seven forty-three. Pancakes at eight. Harlow Valentine, who treated soft deadlines like personal attacks.

I moved.

Shower in four minutes. Dressed in six. The navy shirt from yesterday because it was either that or repeat the morning scramble through The Archive, and I valued my sanity more than my wardrobe. I ran a hand through my hair, looked in the mirror once, decided that was enough, and left.

The dining room smelled like butter and maple syrup from two hallways away.

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