🌤️ DAY 10 — THE RUMOR WAR, THE BREAKDOWN, AND THE FIRST LOSS
Dawn hits like a migraine.
A low orange glow spills through the treetops while everyone wakes to the same strange, quiet tension — a rumor spread in the night, whispered badly, retold with embellishments, and now fully detonated across the island.
And the rumor is the dumbest thing imaginable:
“Someone in THE [GREATS] said the Fragments HATE corn dogs.”
It makes no sense.
It is extremely false.
It does not matter.
Because The Stranger, a man who worships corn dogs like holy relics, heard it first.