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Chapter 182: The First Cut

Author: Solo J wright
last update publish date: 2026-03-09 18:13:32

SANDRA’S POV

I crouched behind a fallen cedar at the edge of the hunter’s blind, rain dripping off the brim of my hood and pooling in the hollow of my collarbone. The blind itself was nothing more than warped planks nailed between two pines, half-rotted and smelling of wet moss and old blood. I had chosen it because the wind always blew toward me here, carrying scents instead of giving them away. Darius arrived exactly when he said he would, midnight, boots crunching deliberately on wet needle
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