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Chapter Seven: Shadows

Author: L. G. Ausmus
last update publish date: 2025-11-10 05:40:30

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence. Not the kind that meant peace—but the kind that meant something was off.

The cot below mine was empty. A chill pricked the back of my neck as I sat up and glanced around the dim room. The gray morning light spilled weakly through the shuttered window, painting long stripes across the floorboards. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and frowned. Carter’s blanket was tossed aside, tangled and cold.

“Carter?” I called softly. No answer.

I swung
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