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Nathaniel’s Rage

Auteur: Mimi
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-18 14:00:52

The safe house has never felt smaller. Nathaniel paces the length of the living room, back and forth, back and forth, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. The floorboards groan under each step. His arm is still in a sling, the wound from the diner not yet healed, the bandages white against his dark sweater. But he does not seem to feel it. His face is red, his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Every few steps, he glances at the window, at the door, at the shadows outside.

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