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The Black Hand Is Coming

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-19 22:50:06

​SERENA'S POV

​The words had been sitting in my throat for days.

​The ticking of the grandfather clock down the hall seemed to count down the seconds of our borrowed peace. I stood there with my fingers gripping the edge of the doorframe, feeling the cool air of the hallway brush against my skin. Every time I looked at Damon, every time I saw the way he smiled at Isabelle, every time I watched him hold Athena in his arms with that look of absolute wonder on his face, the words had risen up and
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