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The Gunshot

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-09-19 23:51:16

​ISABELLE'S POV:

​The gun went off with a sudden, deafening pop.

​The sharp sound cracked straight through the cabin and bouncing off the thin walls. I screamed loudly before I could even catch my breath. The loud sound ripped right out of my chest, full of pure surprise and absolute fear.

​For one quick second, the whole room seemed to lock in place. Time felt like it completely stopped moving. The air in the house grew still, and my brain simply froze up. I could not get any oxygen into my lu
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