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Chapter 23: The Letter

作者: F.Blackwood
last update 公開日: 2026-06-10 13:36:56

Two hundred forty-five scratches on the wall.

One hundred twenty days to go. Four months. Brynn could count it in weeks now, just over seventeen. The number had stopped being weather and started being a horizon. A horizon she could see. A horizon she had to stay alive to walk through. That changed the shape of every remaining day.

Hollis came through with the supplies at the late hour of the third day after she'd carved the line.

She was in the kitchens when she heard the trader had arriv
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