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Chapter 12: Cold Trail

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last update 게시일: 2026-04-02 20:55:03

Ayla

The road back to the warehouse looked different at night, which was ridiculous, because roads are roads and concrete does not become more sinister simply because the sky has gone dark above it. But this one did. Or perhaps I did. Everything outside the windows of Finn’s car looked flatter and meaner than it had in daylight, all the industrial edges sharpened into silhouettes, fenced lots and dead units and low brick buildings becoming less like parts of a town and more like the bones of so
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