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Chapter Sixty-Four

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Before the Dawn Breaks

Rissa’s POV

We found shelter before sunrise a crumbling hunting cabin tucked deep in the trees, half-swallowed by moss and silence.

Mark cleared the doorway first, rifle raised, eyes cutting through the dark. Inside, the air smelled of damp wood and smoke. Dust clung to everything. It wasn’t much, but it was something that could hold us until morning.

Josh stumbled as we crossed the threshold. His weight had been getting heavier the farther we walked. I eased him down onto a broken cot near the back wall. He groaned under his breath, jaw tight, blood still seeping through the torn fabric of his shirt.

Mark dropped his pack by the door and went to work without speaking checking corners, blocking windows with loose boards, making sure we couldn’t be seen from the tree line.

He moved with precision, the kind that came from years of staying alive.

I knelt beside Josh and peeled back the soaked fabric around his wound. The bite on his arm was swollen and deep. The ed
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