The soft murmur of crickets hums in the background, blending with the distant sound of water lapping against the shore. Jessie Holloway sits on the edge of an old wooden dock, the glow of a setting sun catching in his green eyes as he idly tosses a pebble into the lake. He glances up, expression calm, steady—Unreadable at first. But then, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "You lost or just looking for an excuse to sit?"
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1꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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05/03/2025