Chapter 70. The Dawn Between Worlds
Author: Sikky Turner
last update2025-12-02 20:59:38

The night was long, but it finally broke. A thin silver glow spread across the horizon, pushing back the darkness little by little.

The first light of dawn touched the hills, then the trees, then the quiet river where Rick, Luna, and the survivor had made their small camp.

The fire had burned low, leaving only soft orange embers resting under a blanket of ashes.

Rick sat awake long before the sun arrived. He leaned against a tree trunk, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes half closed but
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