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The Iron Lesson

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-20 21:53:34

Elena POV

I couldn’t sleep. I was tired as hell, but every time I closed my eyes the same images kept playing — the cold wood under my knees, the gun against my head, Dante bleeding on that dock. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, my mind spinning too fast to settle. Eventually I gave up. I pulled on one of Dante’s shirts, the hem hitting mid-thigh, and it still smelled like him — cedar and something sharp. It was the only thing that made me feel a little less alone.

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