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The Fall of a Rider

Penulis: Lazywriter
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-19 21:19:02

[Tyler’s POV]

I sat on a plastic chair that groaned under my weight every time I shifted. Across from me, the glass partition of the recovery room showed the rhythmic, haunting rise and fall of a ventilator. Beatrice lay beneath a web of wires and tubes, her face pale and unrecognizable under the bruising.

The heavy double doors of the waiting wing swung open with a sharp hiss of air.

The click-clack of designer heels on the tiled floor was a sudden, jarring rhythm. I didn't have to look up to
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