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68. Impossible Rescue

Author: Juri Ann
last update publish date: 2026-04-29 14:07:16

Catherine's POV

I don’t stop hitting the door.

My fists burn, the sound dull and useless against the thick metal, like the room is swallowing everything I give it. I shout too, though my voice already feels thin, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. Nothing comes back. No echo. No footsteps. Nothing.

So I move.

I jump. I pace. I stomp my feet, arms wrapped tight around myself, doing anything I can think of to keep the cold from settling deeper into my bones. It already feels too deep. Like it
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