The Pines
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Last published Wed, May 21, 2025
In a town ruled by silence and skin-deep purity, Zariah walks a line she was never meant to cross.
He waits for her in the woods-rough hands, dangerous eyes, and no promise of salvation.
But someone else is watching.
And love twisted by obsession has teeth.
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