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CHAPTER 35 – BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD

Author: HONEYBIRD
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 16:26:18

The road leading into the forest was narrow and almost invisible beneath the thick shadows of the trees. Damien slowed the car as the headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating patches of gravel and fallen leaves scattered across the path. The city lights had disappeared miles behind him, replaced by the quiet stillness of the mountains.

He drove the last stretch without turning on the interior lights, the way he always did when coming here. The cabin appeared slowly between the tall pin
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