atmospheric writing
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Chapter Eight The sidewalks were slick with moonlight. A breeze threaded through the trees, carrying the scent of wet bark and pavement along with it. Mercer walked a half-step behind, his shoulder brushing hers now and then where the sidewalk narrowed. His uniform jacket caught the glow of the streetlamps, his badge glinting, edges damp
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Chapter Seven When she reached the bar, she didn’t sit right away. Mercer sat with one forearm resting on the polished wood, his other hand wrapped around a short glass of something amber. He didn’t look at her directly, just lifted his eyes to the mirror behind the bar and caught her gaze there. His
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Chapter Six – Part Two The feeling of being watched didn’t fade. Ivy sat frozen, fingers curled in the damp sand, breath shallow as her gaze swept over the lake’s silent expanse. The moonlight barely touched the surface, its reflection swallowed by the impending darkness. The waves crawled up the shore, lapping at the edges
Moonlit Novella 