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Ch. 47: Skyfall
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2025-03-03 22:00:55Astrella's point of view
When I stepped out of the building, I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. All I had with me was my phone and the Glock strapped tight against my thigh, a cold reminder that safety was just an illusion. The night swallowed me whole. No stars, no moon, just the eerie glow of distant lightning splitting the sky. A silent warning. A storm was coming. I pulled out my phone, dialing my sister’s number again. Out of reach. My chest tightened. Why the hell isn’t she picking up? A sick feeling curled in my stomach, my pulse hammering. Is there something happening to her? No. Damn. I don't claim that negative thought. The streets stretched ahead, empty. No passing cars. No late-night wanderers. Just silence. Too much silence. I stopped at the corner, gripping my phone so hard my knuckles ached. How far had I walked? I didn’t even realize I’d put t
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