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Chapter 112: Frost Protection

Author: MeritAbi
last update publish date: 2026-06-29 18:07:04

Iris POV

The small scrap of paper felt heavy in my fingers as I stared down at the crisp ink, the single letter at the bottom looking sharp under the yellowish glow of the old hallway chandelier. I could hear Evans breathing heavily right beside me, his flashlight beam trembling slightly against the white petals of the rose that sat on the entry table.

"She was here," Hailey whispered from behind us, her voice flat and cold, her eyes fixed on the slim glass vase that I knew had not been there w
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