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Chapter 129: The Absolution

Author: Cat Stories
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 19:35:51

The dirt on my knees stains the fabric of my trousers. It is cold, wet, and smells of rot.

I am shivering.

It starts in my hands, a subtle tremor that rattles the bones, and spreads inward until my teeth are chattering. It isn't the cold of the mountain air. It is the cold of a soul that has just realized the price of its own survival.

Aureliano lifts me.

He doesn't ask. He scoops me up from the frozen earth of the porch, his arms banding around me like iron bars. He carries me inside, past the
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