The World Shattered: Mallory
The world didn't tilt this time. It shattered. I stood paralyzed on the edge of the second hole, my fingers still curled around the rubber grip of my putter as if it could somehow tether me to reality. The air was a cacophony of sirens, shouting, and the heavy, rhythmic thud of the mini-golf windmill that kept spinning, indifferent to the c*****e below. The scene was a chaotic tableau of blue and red strobe lights. Jay was being led away, his head ducked, his black shirt torn and stained with artificial blue water from the moat. The handcuffs clicked — a sharp, metallic finality that echoed in my skull like a death toll. Behind him, Riley was being escorted toward a second cruiser, wiping blood from a cut on his cheek but still managed to look defiant. Even Cole, usually the calmest pers
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