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Chapter 96: Echoes in Empty Rooms
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... ietly in the evening air. The sun was hanging low, painting everything in that amber light that made even our ramshackle neighborhood look almost beautiful. Six pm on the dot—three hours past Rachel’s new curfew. I could already see her silhouette in the doorway, arms crossed, waiting.
Fuel was becoming more precious than gold these days. Twenty-three liters left in our communal supply, and every trip I took on the Honda was eating into reserves we’d need for the generator when winter hi ...
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