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The Shore Between Battles
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2025-11-22 02:58:15The beach stretched out like a painted dream, the sand warm and golden beneath bare feet, the ocean humming its timeless lullaby in the background. Sunlight glittered over the waves like spilled diamonds, and the salty breeze carried the promise of freedom.
It was supposed to be a day of rest. No battles, no training, no looming shadows. Just them—Guardians, mates, friends, family—together.
Chelsea had declared it “mandatory fun,” which, given her natural tone of command, meant nobody had been brave enough to argue.
“Okay, so we have fruit skewers, grilled kabobs, fried fish, two cakes, and—” Chelsea ticked items off her mental checklist as Ben walked past, already carrying a plate loaded like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“Correction,” Tora snorted, sprawled on a beach blanket while Liora toddled near her side, Kael already busy attempting to dig his own personal fortress in the sand. “We
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