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Chapter Fifty-Three

Author: Dee
last update publish date: 2026-09-25 16:48:04

Anna

By late July, the Laurentian summer had settled into a heavy, sun-drenched stillness.

The heat of the afternoon hovered around twenty-six degrees Celsius, baking the dense resin out of the white pines and filling the air with the thick, intoxicating perfume of warm needle-litter, wild clover, and sun-baked cedar bark. Down on the lake, the water was so still it seemed like a single sheet of heavy green glass, reflecting the cloudless blue sky and the sheer granite cliffs of the northern ri
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