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Chapter 131: Ash's Final Warning

Autor: Mary Sampson
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-23 22:51:49

The message came while I was tying the folder shut.

I had the letters stacked on the study desk, my father's careful rows squared and bound with a length of ribbon, and I was thinking about how strange it would be to hand them to someone else. My phone buzzed against the wood. An unfamiliar number, no name, no picture.

I almost let it ring out. Then I saw the first line.

*Elena. I've been patient.*

I sat down in my father's chair and read the rest.

*Whatever the two of you think you've found, y
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