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... evening sky. Wind rushed over the cliffs, carrying the tang of salt and the cry of distant gulls.
Ariadne sat on a weathered boulder, watching her breath cloud and vanish into the cold.
She needed this. Needed a break from the constant edge she lived on. The raids that grew deadlier each week, the narrow escapes that left her shaking long after the fight was over.
Hayes Manor was safe, but safety had a way of feeling stifling. Her days there meant Winky’s constant company ...
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