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Chapter 9: The Dawn Scour

Penulis: Agatha Power
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-07 21:54:34

Fear was a highly effective alarm clock. Long before the first pale sliver of gray light could breach the jagged eastern peaks of the northern mountains, Evangeline’s eyes snapped open in the darkness.

She was sitting upright on the hard wooden floorboards, her back pressed rigidly against the solid oak door. Her body shook with a violent, uncontrollable tremor—partly from the bitter, sub-zero draft sweeping through the glassless window slit, and partly from the sheer adrenaline coursing throu
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