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Chapter 24: The Rising sun

Author: Amaka
last update publish date: 2026-03-10 01:34:58

The world behind me was a wall of orange fire. The shockwave of the cottage exploding nearly knocked me off my feet, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I held Leo so tight against my chest I could feel his frantic heartbeat against my own ribs.

"Mommy, the mountain is burning!" Leo cried, his voice muffled by my jacket.

"Don't look back, Leo," I gasped, my lungs screaming as the smoke began to choke the air. "Look at the light."

In the center of the clearing, the massive, black-matte Vane VTOL was
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