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Chapter 13 — The Game

Author: SC Vale
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-27 07:23:14

The next day settles into Stonehaven without ceremony. The yard fills early, the sound of drills carrying down the lower paths—wood striking wood in a steady, violent rhythm. Children trail after their mothers, still half-asleep, clinging to hands and skirts before drifting toward the same open patches of dirt worn smooth by generations of play. No one directs them. They gather where they always have, an instinct as old as the mountain itself.

Maya watches from the porch while Ivy eats her brea
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