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Chapter 16: The Discovery

Auteur: Evve
last update Date de publication: 2025-12-22 16:37:50

Two weeks.

Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours.

Time had become a thick, gray, viscous thing, like the cold Montauk fog that pressed against the windows of the beach house.

Aurora had not left. The house was her fortress and her cell.

She existed in a state of suspended animation. She slept on a faded floral sofa, wrapped in her father’s old fishing sweater. She ate stale crackers and canned soup she’d found in the back of her mother’s pantry.

She was a ghost, haunting the cold, s
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