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Ch 39: Where The Vows Finally Found A Voice

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The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rusted metal. The abandoned house groaned under the weight of its own decay, its wooden beams sagging like the ribs of a starving beast. Moonlight bled through shattered windows, casting jagged silver stripes across the floor. Shadows slithered along the walls, alive, watching.

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Writing about love, family, and the chaos in between.