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Chapter 57: Shadows and Signals

Author: Callmesasha
last update publish date: 2026-08-24 06:32:22
The afternoon sun was warm, filtering through the heavy mango trees behind the faculty block where Dennis and his closest friends usually hung out between lectures.

Dennis sat on a low concrete bench, holding a bottle of soda between his hands. He was absently staring at the label, turning it round and round.

Patrick, sitting across from him, watched him for a moment before speaking.

“You’ve been quiet all afternoon, man,” Patrick said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “What’s go
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