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The cicadas were louder than usual that afternoon. Or maybe, Theo just hadn’t heard them in a while. He sat on the old dock, toes skimming the surface of the lake, where the water shimmered like polished glass. The scent of pine and sunscreen clung to the air, and behind him, the screen door of the cabin groaned with age every time it swung open.He hadn’t been back in almost fifteen years.The lake looked smaller now. As a boy, it had felt endless—an ocean tucked between the trees. He and Jordan used to believe it was magical, that it whisper...
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I should’ve stayed home.That was the first thought that came to mind when Mr. Halvorsen walked out of the classroom, the door slammed shut behind him, and the lock clicked. Loud. Final.I’m Elise. Seventeen. Not loud, not quiet, just… there. I’m the kind of student who doesn’t cause trouble, who turns things in on time, who floats under the radar like a ghost with decent handwriting. Logic class was the one place I felt solid. There were rules, patterns, and right answers. But this—this wasn’t a test. It was an ambush. We were halfway through...
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