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Chapter 61

Author: VJ
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 23:07:44

CORALINA'S POV

The salt-heavy silence of the coastal villa is a physical weight at 3:00 AM. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite, my forehead pressed against the cool glass, watching the rhythmic, lonely flash of the lighthouse in the distance. Every few seconds, a sweep of white light illuminates the jagged cliffs and the churning black froth of the Atlantic, only to plunge the world back into a suffocating darkness.

I am starving. Not for food, but for the grounding he
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