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73: A New Fear

Author: Nyen
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-13 21:32:13

Dominic's POV

An old, rusty swing set sat crookedly in the middle of the playground, its chains groaning under a weight they hadn't felt in years. From the driver’s seat of my car, it was a perfectly peaceful scene—the kind of quiet that calms you into forgetting the world still turns with a nasty, hungry hatefulness.

The late afternoon sun hung low, casting long, lazy shadows across the lawn of Eliana’s school. I was early, as always, but I liked watching the kids spill out of the brick building, their laughter a chaotic, joyful sound that almost made me forget why I had to be here in the first place.

Almost.

A glint of light off a dark sedan parked a few hundred feet away snagged my attention. It was too clean, too new, and parked with a deliberate nonchalance that set my teeth on edge. My hand instinctively went for the pistol tucked beneath my jacket. A small bead of sweat traced a cold path down my back. I’d told myself this was a simple pickup, a brief moment of normalcy in a l
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