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CHAPTER 36 — The Edge of Night

Author: Kelvin

2025-11-28 17:04:33

The town looked deceptively peaceful as we drove through its narrow streets. Streetlights flickered on one by one, casting pools of orange light across the asphalt. It should have felt safe, ordinary. But I could see the tension coiled beneath Lena’s skin, the way her hand tightened on mine every time a shadow flickered near a corner or a distant car passed too slowly.

I knew the feeling too well. The instinctive awareness that danger doesn’t always announce itself. It creeps, it waits, it observes.

“We’re almost there,” I said softly, more to ground myself than her. My voice carried a weight I didn’t intend — a weight that acknowledged the fragility of what we were holding onto. Lena’s grandmother’s house was small but sturdy, a place that had survived storms of every kind. It would give us cover, and for the first time in days, a chance to think, to breathe, and to prepare.

She leaned her head against my shoulder, and I glanced down at her, feeling the surge of responsibility aga

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Chapter 43- lines in the dark-Part 3
The woods felt like a breathing dark mass when we got to the open spot by the north hill. Night hung heavy on the trees - though not total blackness. Light from the moon slipped down in narrow icy strips, showing outlines, flickers of motion, also a pale flash off something metallic. Cole showed up with someone else. Just hanging around. Cool-headed. Sure of themselves. I ducked behind a toppled tree - Lena close, her breath steady while my pulse pounded along with it. One part of me yelled to stay still; another, shaped by old fights, pushed for moves ahead. Each thought tugged differently, sharp and urgent. “They think they’re in control,” I whispered. “They’re mistaken,” Lena said, her tone quiet yet steady. She reached for my hand. “We can handle it.” I gulped, gave a quick nod. Training done, plans set, every twist thought through - yet this wasn't practice anymore. This was happening. One slip? No room for that now. Cole moved ahead a bit, his shape clear despite the
Chapter 43 - lines in the dark -Part 2
The sun just cleared the edge of the world, smearing soft slices of orange and dull gray across the sky, so I figured another loop around the edges wouldn’t hurt. It’d been a restless night, yet critters in those trees tend to stir before dawn even blinks. Lena walked behind me without saying anything, fingers touching my hand now and then, just being there like she was pushing back on how tense everything felt. She stayed quiet - didn’t matter. Her stillness helped me stay sharp, made it clear courage isn’t about ignoring fear. Near the top side of the land, I paused. Tracks there - two lines. Not new, though not old either. Tiny, sharp, made on purpose. "Cole's second shadow," I said quietly to myself. She squatted next to me, checking the tracks. "Quick," she whispered. Yet precise - no second guesses." “That’s the point,” I said. “They’re trained. They don’t stumble. They don’t panic. And they’re watching every step we take.” Lena's hand touched mine once more. "So we
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CHAPTER 42 — The Line We Draw
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The morning after Cole slipped away again weighed more than usual. Sunlight crawled up slow, smearing pale gray across the clouds - kind of like the knot sitting low in my gut. Not just another day starting - more like silence right before thunder rolls in, that shaky stillness when everything waits, half-cocked. I’d barely slept at all - maybe sixty minutes. Lena got slightly more, though not much. Still, even worn out, even crushed under this heavy quiet, we went from room to room like folks who knew moments weren’t something you could waste - they were tools. Tools Cole meant to turn on us. I stood by the kitchen counter, fingers curled tight around a mug full of cold coffee. It didn’t even register how bad it tasted. My gaze wouldn’t leave the window - staring out past the tree line. That spot where dark shapes slipped without effort. Where just hours before, Cole had loomed, partly masked, tense, lost in fixation. Someone was coming up close, real quiet-like. “You didn’t

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