CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The cabin was decrepit, its walls lined with years of dust and cobwebs. A single table sat in the center, its wood splintered and worn. The air was thick, suffused with the tension of what was to come. Rafa checked his ammunition, the metallic clinks of the bullets echoing in the silence. Amara leaned against the wall, her hands trembling but her gaze steady. Her fear was palpable, but it was eclipsed by the will to survive. “They’ll be here soon,” Rafa said, breaking the silence. Amara nodded, clutching the pistol Rafa had given her. “I’m ready.” Rafa paused, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “Amara, if anything happens to me—” “Stop,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “Don’t you dare say goodbye. We’re getting out of this together.” He gave her a small, appreciative smile. “To
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