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A Reunion in the Mountains

Author: DGorgeous1
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
Before noon, Alice and Pedro finally reached the captain’s house, exhaustion hanging over them like a heavy fog. They hurriedly knocked on the door, their fists rapping against the wood urgently, but there was no answer.

“It seems that there’s no one inside,” Alice said, disappointment etched on her beautiful face as she glanced at Pedro.

“I’ll check,” Pedro responded, determined. He quickly walked around the house, peering through windows and searching the backyard. But it was clear—there wasn’t a soul in sight. Returning to the front porch, he found Alice still waiting, her expression now clouded with concern. He slumped onto the floor beside her.

“I wonder where they are,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, suddenly feeling the weight of the long journey on his shoulders.

Pedro and Alice sat together on the wooden floor, a sense of hopelessness creeping into their hearts. The silence of the surroundings felt oppressive, but suddenly, out of the corner of Pedro’s eye, he
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