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Chapter 81: The Thaw at the Stone Line
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2026-10-06 22:53:17Zara’s POV
The change in the air did not arrive with a dramatic storm or a sudden shift in the wind; it came as a heavy, silent softening of the frost along the eastern eaves. By mid-morning, the sharp, crystalline cold that had locked the Ramapo hills in iron silence for six weeks began to give way. Small, steady drops of water pinged off the tin roof above the kitchen porch, hitting the flagstones below in a slow, rhythmic cadence that sounded almost like clock
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