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... bing painfully as it bounced free of her hand. I moved quietly—boots silent on the leaf litter, breath controlled—until I reached the massive oak trunk.
The rough bark scraped my shoulder as I leaned against it, body angled just enough to peek around the curve without being seen.
The torch beam—Mira’s own trembling light—cut through the darkness like a spotlight on sin.
There they were.
I leaned a fraction closer—breath held, heart pounding in sync with the insist ...
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