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A storm should’ve been the worst part of my drive home. I was wrong.
North Carolina was getting hammered by wind and sideways rain when the highway shut down—flooded lanes, fallen branches, flashing lights, and a detour that would’ve made me hours late. I was trying to make it back for my mother’s memorial dinner, and in my family, “late” doesn’t mean traffic. It means you didn’t really try.
A local sent me toward a small ferry landing that didn’t feel public. No big signs. No schedule board. Just a sickly light over black water and a ramp that closed like a deadbolt. Right before I pulled out, an old man stepped from the shadows and handed me a worn sheet of paper.
Five rules. Short. Specific. Easy to dismiss—until my navigation tried to wake on its own, the wind went silent through a cracked window, and a lantern beam started sweeping the car deck like it was searching for the next mistake. A stranger named Cody didn’t have the rules. He didn’t believe me. He walked upstairs anyway. When he came back down, he was drenched, delayed, and repeating the same line like something had rewritten him.
Then the voice came—familiar, gentle, and close enough to feel like it was breathing through the steel. It didn’t threaten me. It didn’t need to. It only needed one thing: my consent.
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