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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ＥＹＥ ＣＯＮＴＡＣＴ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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➥➥ ｏｈ， ｓｏ
➥➥ ｏｈ， ｓｏ

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯ ＴＡＢＬＥ ＯＦ ＣＯＮＴＥＮＴ ⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

♚ rosaline di meglio
♔ anubis bovine

♠ chapter 1
♠ chapter 2
♠ chapter 3
♠ chapter 4
♠ chapter 5

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

ＴＡＢＬＥ ＯＦ ＣＯＮＴＥＮＴ

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

♔ spencer winston
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♠ chapter 6
♠ chapter 7
♠ chapter 8
♠ chapter 9
♠ chapter 10

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ＦＡＮＣＬＵＢ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚
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♠ chapter 11
♠ chapter 12
♠ chapter 13
♠ chapter 14
♠ chapter 15

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

ＴＡＢＬＥ ＯＦ ＣＯＮＴＥＮＴ

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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♠ chapter 16
♠ chapter 17
♠ chapter 18
♠ chapter 19
♠ chapter 20

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ １ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It was an exceptionally cold day when Spencer Winston decided to come to London.
Icy fingers brushed her fur, and the frost bit at her cheeks. She had come for Christmas, and whilst the exterior
of the city was bright, the people in it were not. Twice, others had shouted at her for blocking the road, twice she had
tripped over the same bush. Once, she was chased by a rabid dog; but she didn't let that ruin her day.
Spencer was visiting her older brother, someone she had not seen since forever, and she vowed that nothing
would break her enthusiasm. Ah well, the rabid dog had almost succeeded. Almost.

The coffee-stained piece of paper with his address written on fluttering in the wind, she calmly walked to the street
where he said he lived. Grace Lane was an unusual name for a street, but she didn't mind. All Spencer
could think about was how she would react, and she imagined situations of how they would meet in her mind.
Then she sucked in a breath.

Grace Lane certainly lived up to its name, and even the trees seemed to be mocking her with their elegance
and all that. There were mansions spread on each row, each seemingly more beautiful than the last.
She looked back to the paper. Number 43 was written underneath the street name, and she
shrugged. It was his favorite number after all. She raised an eyebrow, because right now, all she knew about her
mysterious brother was that he was certainly a boy, he has inherited their deceased ancestor's riches (hence the
mansion) and his favorite color was pink. Wait, was she mixing it up with someone else? Oh well.

Spencer slowly walked down the street, squinting to see each number assigned to each mansion. She eventually reached
a luscious forest, guarded by tall metal gates. There was a plaque on one of the fences, golden letters silently screaming
"NUMBER 43". She nodded to herself. Impressive. There was even a receiver thing, those speakers that you address
the person on the other side with. She clicked a button, but that did nothing. Then she clicked another button, the one
under it, and waited patiently. A buzzy voice broke the blanket of silence hanging over the road. "Yes? Please state your
business." it said, startling her. She jumped out of her skin, but she quickly regained composure. "Oh, yes, I'm here for
Alexander Winston? I'm his.. sister?" The silence settled again, making her uncomfortable. Then the voice came again.

"I am Alexander Winston, and as today is a very unusually chilly day, you may enter." and the gates opened.