Chapter 177: Ashes at Dawn

The first light of morning seeped over Hollow Creek like a slow tide, brushing the orchard in gray-gold haze. Dew clung to the grass, sparkling faintly, but the beauty of it felt uneasy—like a fragile promise that could splinter with the first hard sound. Isla stood on Miriam’s porch, arms folded ti...

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