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Where Are You

Author: Haley E Davis
last update publish date: 2026-09-10 18:16:00
Chapter 10 :

Elias POV

I left the private quarters with one question burning through everything else.

Where are you, Cassian?

The corridor felt too narrow. My chest hurt in a tight, useless way, as if breath itself had become work. I had come looking for proof and found only absence and a piece of evidence—stripped rooms, a hurried erasure, a story too clean to be true. He was gone. Not arrested. Not explained. Gone. The knowledge sat in me like a bruise being pressed again and again. Four year
Haley E Davis

I'm sorry guys I made a mistake with the chapter sequence this is chaoter 10 not 9 Thanks for your understanding

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