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CHAPTER 122: THE SCORCH OF MORRISON
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2026-05-02 17:46:04ISLA'S POV
January 28, 2026. 3:07 AM.
Morrison Estate. The airstrip.
I step off the jet, and my boots hit ground that feels harder than concrete—frozen solid, unforgiving.
The cold is immediate, a physical assault that bites through my tactical jacket and stings the back of my throat. But beneath the chill, I feel som
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