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Prologue The bus rattled down the endless stretch of road, cutting through the muted landscape like a quiet, relentless drumbeat. Jake leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the world blurring past—trees folding back into themselves, hills slipping into valleys, towns dissolving into...

The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans, warm cinnamon, and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Outside, the snow fell in slow, lazy flakes, settling gently on the rooftops and the branches of the evergreens lining the street. The windows of Brews & Books fogged slightly from the heat...