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Ticking Time Bomb

作者: Lazywriter
last update 公開日: 2026-03-22 19:06:26

[Sarah’s POV]

The morning air in the valley was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and the promise of a heavy harvest. I pulled my waxed field jacket tighter, the grit of the gravel crunching under my boots as I made my way toward the north ridge. I needed to see the vines, I've not been there in a week.

The silence of the estate was broken by the low, predatory rumble of an engine.

I stopped in my tracks. A black SUV was winding its way up the driveway, sunlight glinting off its polishe
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