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"T-that's all I wanted to give so I'm go--" "I heard Steff is at your class." Eustone spoke. "You should thank her and trust her too." It made her think for a moment. Yes, it's the second quarter and Chloe moved out and a lot of others then Steff sat beside her. It was awkward and she could see how beaten up Steff was but she doesn't know if Steff would be okay if she-- Sasha was out of her thoughts when Eustone flicked her forehead. The next thing she saw was his face closer to her, like super close. It made her cheeks burn again but then she couldn't look any other way but straight at his handsome face.

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James raised his voice over the circle: “We’re not here to trend. We’re not here to replace influencers with new ones. We’re here to burn down the system of ego and build what was once holy again.” Tears filled eyes. The bell rang again this time, by the Spirit alone. And deep within the city, those who ruled by manipulation felt it. The revolt had begun. End of Chapter 13🤭 •Chapter 14 – The Judas Within They gathered at dusk. Thirty seven of them, encircled beneath the crumbling arch of the Broken Bell. The atmosphere was electric with expectancy. Something was rising not just in the city, but in the hearts of those present. The blueprint had pulsed all afternoon with instructions that fel

CHAPTER FOUR: (Hunting the hunter) Days and weeks went by,and it was the sixth month.The clouds seemed to be swelling up,heavily pregnant with water.Otuma and Kalwan had shared a lot of their past stories and experiences,each day giving them a chance to remember a new occurrence once in their lives.Their almost solomonic wisdom held chunks of memories dotted along decades,which they used to give counsel,and guide their kith and kin.They laughed heartily,almost at every engagement,a sign that they had had a long and healthy relationship.One morning,Otuma was sitting with Napolos in her hut.They were planning how to get food from Narok town to the village,as the maize they had gotten a month a

Chapter 13: One More Step Janine sat in the cramped kitchen, the events of the previous day replaying in her mind like a cruel loop. Four jobs—gone. No warnings, no explanations. Just cold, indifferent dismissals. She gripped her coffee mug tighter, willing herself not to cry again. Her siblings were still asleep in the next room, and she couldn’t afford to fall apart—not now.

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

There was nothing. Another body fell nearby and another and another. Voices shout names. Someone cried out for an elder. Someone else was begging for help that didn’t come. “What’s happening?” I whispered. He grabbed my arm. “Stay close.” My vision blurred and my breath came out weakly. People fell where they stood . Strong warriors. Elders. Mothers clutching children. The tribe was collapsing. I glanced at Adrian to see him staggering slightly. He was affected too, but was trying to hide it.

“You. Boil water. You. Tear clean linen. Not dirty. Clean. If you do not know the difference, ask someone less useless. Children to the hearth. Wounded against the east wall. Anyone who can stand and is not actively bleeding, help unload food.” The Briar Glen villagers stared at her. Mara pointed harder. “Move.” They moved. That was the real magic of the chapter, maybe. Not dead soldiers. Not bloodlines. Not the Crown. Mara standing in a ruined tower full of traumatized people and turning panic into tasks. I watched her organize the room with sharp hands and sharper words. Within minutes, the chaos changed shape. It did not vanish. Nothing that real vanished quickly. But fear became motion.

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CHAPTER 10 Abednego can’t fight her. He has to gain courage to run away, this is not the place Matendechere told him, perhaps he is lost. The sun is overtaken by black clouds Abednego a hideous, killing cold sets in. He lay in the middle of the house, steady studying the woman, his limbs severed.