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Chapter Thirty Five

Author: Midaspen78
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Elma

The air felt heavier than it should.

Every breath scraped my lungs, sharp with the metallic tang of fear. Or maybe it wasn’t just fear…it was the awareness of him. Always him.

Ridwan.

I could feel him before I even heard him. That subtle shift in the air, the weight of his presence moving closer like a storm I had no shelter from. My gloves were damp against my palms, and I forced myself not to look back, not to falter, even though my heartbeat was hammering so loudly it seemed impossible
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