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Chapter 29: The Edge of the Horizon

作者: Diva.dazzel
last update 公開日: 2026-07-22 00:16:16

​ELOISE

​The roaring engines of the country club crowd faded into nothing as the sleek, matte-black sports car wound its way up the narrow cliffside ribbon of asphalt. Up here, away from the blinding arena lights and the heavy, suffocating expectations of the Weller name, the world seemed to slow down.

​Mike pulled the car over onto the gravel overlook, the tires crunching to a halt just feet from the wooden security barrier. Below us, the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean stretched out like a
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