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71: The Blackout

Author: Cat Stories
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-27 05:31:47

The storm didn't arrive gradually. It hit the mansion like a hammer.

One moment, the contestants were lounging in the Great Room, enduring a forced game of Charades to pass the rainy evening. The next, the sky turned a bruised, violent purple, and the wind slammed against the French windows with enough force to rattle the teeth in Elion’s skull.

"That sounded expensive," Kieran muttered, looking at the vibrating glass.

"It's a squall," Lysander said calmly from the armchair. He was sipping bran
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