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Chapter 128: The Weight of Echoes

Morning bled softly into Hollow Creek, pale sunlight straining through the mist that rolled off the river. The air was sharp, carrying the faint smell of damp soil and woodsmoke, the kind that clung to the town at the turn of seasons. Isla sat on the back porch of the farmhouse with a chipped mug of...