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Chapter 127

Author: Anne Lars
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 08:25:09

I looked around again. It was eerily quiet as if the entire island had been swallowed by silence. Only the sound of my deep breathing, the rustling wind, and the distant calls of birds could be heard.

I hugged myself, trying to brush away the cold wind brushing against my skin. Marcus was no longer in sight. He had completely vanished into the woods, and now, something felt wrong.

I looked up at the sky. The clouds were dark and heavy, threatening to pour. It was best to head back to the rest house before the rain started.

As soon as I stepped inside, the rain came crashing down on the roof. The scent of wet earth mixed with the air. Thunder rumbled, followed by the sharp crack of lightning. I tried to calm myself.

It’s just for a while, I told myself, and I hoped Marcus would return soon.

More than an hour passed while I waited for him. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep on the sofa. I jolted awake when I noticed the rain had stopped. My eyes darted to the window but Marc
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