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Chapter 121: The Unbroken Ridge

작가: B.S. Turaki
last update 게시일: 2026-11-03 00:50:30

Zara’s POV

The autumn sky opened up near midnight, releasing a steady, methodical rainfall that washed down from the high granite peaks.

It was not the fierce, chaotic storm of high summer, but a cool, rhythmic downpour that settled over the Forty Acres like a protective mantle. The heavy raindrops beat a continuous, soothing cadence against the double-paned glass and the heavy cedar shingles directly above our bedroom, insulating the house in a cocoon of absolute warmth.
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