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by. The North was still recovering. The forests were green, but overgrown, reclaiming the ruins of the old world. But as we moved South and West, toward the coast, the weather changed. The rain started. It wasn't a storm. It was a relentless, gray drizzle. It coated the windows of the train. It slicked the tracks. Inside the cabin, the mood shifted. "Do you hear it?" Leo asked. He had taken off his helmet, sitting in the lead-lined passenger car. "Hear what?" Kai asked, cleaning his shotgun. "The whisper," Leo said. He was staring at the raindrops streaking the glass. "It's louder out here. Away from the Spire's protection." I listened. At first, it was just the rattle of the tracks. But th

The jolt is clean as cold water. We take two SUVs and half the cavalry to get this done right. We stop two blocks short of the river to come in on foot. The August sun is a brass coin that the water throws back shard by shard. Harbormere’s warehouse sulks on the quay, flaking paint, row of dusty panes, a logo someone paid too much for. A few cars nose along the curb; a man in a suit, Finch perhaps chews a phone call and his own lip at the same time. Inside, voices. One is Maxwell’s polished contempt. One is Josie’s sugar gone sour, and one must be Sable, all tin and salty comebacks. Becky’s voice ghosts in my ear.

A sound much similar to the flowing waters of a gentle stream filled the ears of every Walker as a large river of blood engulfed the desert. The river was several meters long and stretched as far as the eye could see, going beyond the confines of the desert and even extending to the land after it! It truly was a sea, for it had no end and no beginning. It was as vast as it was deep. The Walkers began to slowly sink into the thick, viscuous sea of blood. They tried to resist the fall but couldn’t do anything other than prolong their inevitable fate.

On the day of our graduation trip, my boyfriend Roman, a mafia heir, and his childhood friend Clara left me stranded on the side of a deserted highway. Their off-road vehicle had been driving for over half an hour before they even noticed the back seat was empty. When Roman called, there was no panic in his voice, only a hint of irritation. "Blair, why didn't you get back in the car?" "Stop messing around. We're rushing to the canyon to catch the sunset. We don't have time to go back and get you." "Figure out a way to hitch a ride here yourself." Through the receiver, Clara's amused voice came through loud and clear. "She's not a three-year-old girl. She can't expect you to wait on he

"I don't want you to—" A strong wave lifted Kyle's boat and flipped it, Kyle fell into the sea. The rows remained afloat, and his boat stayed upside down. The water was heavy around Kyle, Crystal knew he couldn't swim. "Stop trashing," Crystal said, and submerged her entire body inside the sea, she moved to him. Crystal surfaced next to him, and she smiled at his horrified expression. "You won't drown. Look at me." Kyle locked his gaze on her. "Relax."

I mumble, my eyes stuck on the road as we pass by restaurants, approaching the docks. “Mumbling will also get you nowhere Ava, you’re about to become the wife to one of the most powerful men in the world, with that mumbling, you will gain no respect, speak up or be quiet for a very long time,” he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore.

This is Chapter 140, written at the confluence of the rivers, where the story ceases to be a single voice and becomes the tide itself. ​Julian looked over from the boat, his mallet pausing mid-air as he read the fresh blue characters drying in the sun. A slow, brilliant smile spread across his face, mirrored by the quiet approval in Ibrahim’s eyes and the deep rumble of Yusuf's laughter echoing across the water.

She took a deep breath, tilting her head back into the stream, and as the water washed over her, she whispered to herself, barely audible, “Just let it go…” The water cascaded down, a steady, soothing rhythm that wrapped her in warmth. Alysha stayed under the stream, her face tilted upward, eyes closed, letting each drop carry away the weight of everything that had unraveled between her and Ivan. Here, in the embrace of the water, she could let down her guard, if only for a stolen moment.

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The freezing dirty water splashed over my head, filling my nose and mouth with the taste of mud and rust. I hit the rocky bottom. For one quiet second, I just lay there under the black water. It was still. It was dark. I thought about just breathing in the freezing water and letting it all end. Get up, a tiny, broken voice said in my head. Martha did not lose her hand so you could drown in a puddle. I pushed myself up. Water poured off my dirty hair and down my shaking chest. The other slaves laughed loudly. "Look at the Warlord's pet," Barek said with a sneer, spitting into the water next to me. "He thought he was going to sleep in a warm castle. Now he belongs in the mud with the rats."