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Nathan's Rage

作者: R E Joice
last update 公開日: 2026-05-09 20:24:04

AVA**

I bolted upright in the darkness, my skin slick with a cold, sickly sweat and my lungs burning as if I had been running through smoke.

The dream was always the same: the screech of tires, the smell of ozone, and Nathan’s voice calling my name from a distance I could never bridge.

But as the shadows of the cottage settled around me, a new horror, sharper and more grounded in reality, sliced through the lingering fog of sleep.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.

The test.

The memory hit m
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