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Chapter 40 The Room Beneath the water

Auteur: DESTINY
last update Date de publication: 2026-11-01 15:52:03

Odessa

I woke on a shore made of rooms.

That's the only way I can say it. The beach was gray and cold, and the tide came in around my ankles in slow, tired waves. But the shoreline wasn't sand. It was floors. Kitchen tile, nursery boards, a stretch of hospital linoleum, a square of church flagstone, all laid edge to edge like the world's saddest patchwork. Walls stood at random along the water, built of nothing, and in each one hung a single door.

My arms were empty.

"Lunet." It came out as a c
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