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CHAPTER 85: Winton Is Alive

Author: Pearl's pen
last update publish date: 2026-08-23 19:37:31

Jasmine’s POV

Abe spread the information across the table with the same careful energy he brought to every lead he had been holding too long.

They contained old sighting reports, photographs that were grainy or taken from too far away, travel records that stopped and started without clean explanation. Locations pinned across a map in a scatter that refused to form a single fixed point. I stood over the spread and forced myself to look at each piece before I let the whole shape land.

The trail w
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