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Episode 12: The Lake Redux

作者: Sarie Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-03-07 00:47:28

POV: Avery Blake

The lake was frozen solid. Avery tested it herself, the way Grayson had taught her—listening for the groan, the protest, the sound of ice deciding whether to hold. It held. She walked onto it, boots finding purchase, and felt the strange suspension of being supported by something she couldn't see, something that could fail without warning.

She hadn't told Dante she was coming. Hadn't told anyone. Saturday morning, her mother working a double, her stepfather on a business trip,
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