Beyond A Substitute
His eyes drifted toward the open field just beyond the lodge, where a few guests wandered freely, stretching, talking softly, and sipping lemon water from tin cups.
“Enjoy your stay,” she added.
Kingsley gave her a half-nod and left.
He walked the stone path leading deeper into the camp, past rows of cabins nestled in the trees, each one simple and elegant—wooden frames, modest porches, wind chimes that sang gently in the breeze. Cabin E was at the far end, secluded but not completely hidden. He stepped onto the porch and opened the door.
Inside, the cabin was small but cozy: a twin bed with crisp white sheets, a desk, a kettle, and a woven basket of fruit. There was no TV, no mirror, no dis
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