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Chapter 56: Return to the Estate

Author: Sarah John
last update publish date: 2026-08-17 16:00:25

Marco POV

The heavy rain tasted like copper and pine needles as I hit the mud, rolling into the cover of a rotting oak tree.

My shoulder was an inferno of fire, every stitch torn open, my blood washing away into the dark earth. Ahead of me in the ravine, the shadows were moving—fast, lethal, and silent.

I raised my sidearm, aiming at the lea

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