CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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Gage places me on a bar stool in the kitchen after having cleaned and bound my feet, and thoroughly checked my hands and knees for any injuries post the fall, even though there were none. Gage heads to the stove and I look around the traditional kitchen. Three long single light chandeliers hang above a rectangular marble kitchen island at the centre. White marble kitchen counters with matching whitewash cupboards below surround three walls of the enormous space, a classic stove is nestled in the middle of one counter, a huge retro fridge moulds at the end of another counter and the last counter is bare of any kitchen appliances and holds an antique flower vase in the far corner. The wall devoid of counters overlooks a beautiful green backyard through the open bay windows. It was an elegan

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