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16. The Predator’s Doubt
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2026-05-02 00:03:38Silas’s POV
The silence in my study was a vacuum, filling with the ghosts of a life I had tried to bury five years ago. I stood by the window, staring out at the semi dark treeline of Oakhaven, my hand still trembling with the phantom weight of her.When I had whispered her name in that trailer, I hadn't done it because I was certain. I had done it because I was desperate.Cora.The name felt like a brand. I closed my eyes and could still feel the way she had fit against m
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