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Chapter 53: The Open Bridge

Author: Sarah Jenkins
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 20:30:09

Elowen’s POV

The red lettering on the monitor did not blink. It remained solid, a silent, bloody slash across the dark screen.

WARNING: LINK FAILED. CONNECTION ACTIVE.

I stared at the blinking cursor, my hand hovering over the mechanical keyboard as the cold reality of my mistake settled in my chest. My fingers were still trembling, the physical aftershocks of Killian's grip on my jaw

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