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Chapter 27: The Return

Author: Nicole Mariam
last update publish date: 2025-05-26 00:10:23

Davina's POV:

The first rays of dawn, pale and hesitant, crept through the gaps in the cheap motel curtains, painting weak stripes across the worn bedspread. I woke slowly, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes, my body stiff and sore from the night's enforced stillness. For a moment, disoriented and groggy, I didn't reco

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