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Chapter 303: The Last Goodbye to Alexander

作者: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-10-23 18:17:46

The convoy was due to leave at dawn, and Alexander asked if he could see the cliff one more time before they did.

Not the cliff as a destination. The cliff as the place where the truest things between us had always managed to find their way into words, the specific quality of that particular rock and that particular view that seemed to strip away whatever managed composure either of us had carried up the path.

I went with him.

Gabriel was still asleep, and Lena was still asleep, and the househo
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