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Chapter 117: A cottage

Author: Leah Al
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-06 04:45:07

*Aria's POV*

We stood there, gasping, the sound of our breathing loud in the small space. The temperature inside was barely warmer than outside, but the wind was gone.

"Check for blankets," Lucian ordered, his voice hoarse. "Anything."

I fumbled in the dark, my hands numb. I found a pile of musty canvas tarps in the corner and an old sleeping bag on a cot.

"I found something!"

I dragged the sleeping bag over to the center of the room. Lucian was checking his gun. He had two magazines left.

"Luc
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