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The Almost Confession

Mimi
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 27.05.2026 17:06:30

The night was cold.

We walked through the forest. Sable led. Rex walked beside me. Lily was asleep in my arms. The other children followed behind us in a quiet line, holding hands, stumbling over roots, but never stopping.

The farmhouse in France was still hours away.

Rex looked at me. "We need to rest."

"The children are tired."

"I know. But we cannot stop. The investors are still behind us."

"Then we walk slower. But we do not stop."

He nodded. "Okay."

We walked.

The moon was high. The stars
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