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Chapter 85: Bomb Flight

Auteur: Kane Wilder
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-22 05:02:29

The bomb’s detonation rocked the hills with ferocious power, sending dirt and debris flying as Elara and Jax sprinted through the dense California terrain. Branches whipped at their faces, the forest floor uneven beneath their feet as they pushed forward with desperate speed. The explosion had come without warning, forcing them to abandon their latest shelter and run for their lives through the wilderness. Jax’s hand gripped hers tightly, his frame cutting a path through the undergrowth while h
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