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Chapter Seventy Five - The Forging of a Ghost

Author: Milos Beckett
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-15 03:40:44

Sylvie's POV

I ran.

A silent, desperate sprint of a creature that had just seen the trap snap shut. The image of my mother on her knees, the red brand of my father’s hand on her face, chased me through the dark corridors. It was more than horror. It was a blueprint. A preview of the life that awaited me—a life of quiet kneeling, of accepting brutality dressed as duty, of having my own will hammered into submission until it was a useful, shape.

I didn’t stop until I was back in my room, the door shut tight behind me. I didn’t throw myself on the bed. I stood in the center of the dark, my chest heaving, but no tears came. The well was dry.

My father’s words echoed, but now I heard them differently. Not as a condemnation of my mother, but as a revelation.

My eyes, adjusting to the gloom, went to the practice knife on my dresser. The blunt, useless thing Kai had given me. Then they slid to the window, and beyond it, to the dark, towering line of the western woods. The woods they said wer
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