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No Walls High Enough

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update publish date: 2025-07-12 21:19:09

Dusk melted slowly into the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of orange and red like old wounds that refused to heal.

His horse stepped carefully down the rocky slope, carrying us toward the beach, where the sand was already turning cold under the bite of the sea breeze. Zach’s body was still behind me.

Big, warm, silent like a threat that hadn’t been spoken yet.

I drew in a deep breath. The ocean ahead looked like a shattered mirror.

“What are you going to do to Matteo?” I asked, not turnin
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