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Chapter 30: Vesper

Auteur: Luly
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-01 23:19:09

“You’re late,” she said.

I stepped into the clearing and looked at her.

She was sitting on a fallen log at the center of it like she’d been there for hours, maybe days, maybe longer. Small. Still. The kind of still that wasn’t waiting but had simply stopped requiring movement a very long time ago.

“I’m exactly on time,” I said.

“For you.” She tilted her head. “I’ve been here since yesterday”.

I didn’t apologize. I got the feeling apologies didn’t interest her.

I’d been told Vesper was old.

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