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            <title>Chapter 8</title>
            <link>https://ruthlessreaders.com/story/dear-owen/do8/</link>
            <pubDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2024 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>The cool night air brushed against my fingertips, tinged with the faint scent of freedom. I stretched higher, my muscles straining as the rusted window latch gave under the pressure. It was open now, a thin crack of possibility, the outside world so close I could almost taste it. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flared hot and sharp in…</p>
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            <title>Chapter 7</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 04:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>I drummed my fingers against my thigh, glancing at the clock on the wall for what had to be the hundredth time. Practice had run over, and Coach wasn’t one to wrap things up just because we’d hit the scheduled end time. My jaw clenched as he gave us another rundown on defense strategy, the urgency pulsing in my chest growing by the second.…</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com/story/dear-owen/do7/">Chapter 7</a> appeared first on <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com">Ruthless Readers</a>.</p>
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            <title>Chapter 6</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2024 04:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>The silence of the basement wasn’t comforting anymore. It was a heavy, crushing thing that wrapped around me like an iron shroud. It wasn’t the kind of silence that offered peace or rest—it was oppressive, alive, mocking me with its weight. It was as if the silence itself was laughing at me, at the pitiful state of what my life had become. The quiet…</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com/story/dear-owen/do6/">Chapter 6</a> appeared first on <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com">Ruthless Readers</a>.</p>
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            <title>Chapter 5</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 13 Oct 2024 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>  The morning light that filtered through the basement window was a dull gray, a color that seemed to seep into my bones and leach away what little warmth I had left. Owen had uncuffed us before the break of dawn, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls. He left without a word, the sound of the lock sliding…</p>
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            <title>Chapter 4</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 04:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>The first light of dawn seeped through a small, grimy window set high in the wall, casting a feeble glow over my prison. I lay there, aching and disoriented, the events of the previous day replaying in my mind like a broken record. The room was a crypt, silent and cold, filled with shadows that danced mockingly in the half-light. As my eyes adjusted,…</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com/story/dear-owen/do4/">Chapter 4</a> appeared first on <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com">Ruthless Readers</a>.</p>
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            <title>Chapter 3</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 25 Aug 2024 06:26:49 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>I woke to a consciousness that felt like a delicate wisp of smoke, curling and stretching in the dim light of an unfamiliar room. My mind was a fog, thick and suffocating, as I tried to stitch together the threads of memory that would explain my surroundings. The walls around me were an oppressive shade of grey, the kind that seemed to drink in…</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com/story/dear-owen/do3/">Chapter 3</a> appeared first on <a href="https://ruthlessreaders.com">Ruthless Readers</a>.</p>
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            <title>Chapter 2</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 25 Aug 2024 06:12:37 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>  The heavy door of the lecture hall thudded shut behind me, the sound carrying a sense of satisfaction that hummed through my veins. Jasmine’s laughter chimed in beside me, her body pressed against mine as if drawn by some unspoken gravitational pull. Her perfume—light, floral, and expensive—clung to my senses like a familiar blanket. I tightened my arm around her waist, relishing the…</p>
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            <title>Chapter 1</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 25 Aug 2024 05:36:25 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>Mae Celeste</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>  My eyes, clouded with unshed tears, struggled to focus on the figure at the front of the room. Owen’s dark hair seemed to absorb the light, creating a cruel parody of a halo above his head. With every smirk tossed in Jasmine’s direction, my chest tightened, the pain a relentless tide threatening to drown me. My fingers trembled like leaves in a storm,…</p>
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