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Chapter 65 - 1798

Penulis: Thattrekonsi
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— ASARAIAH KAINE —

The door was ajar.

Barely.

Just enough for the cold air to breathe through.

I hesitated, hand still trembling near the handle — the whisper still echoing at the back of my skull. It hadn’t sounded like a warning. It had sounded like… recognition.

Like it knew me.

And that terrified me more than anything else ever could.

I pushed the door open.

It groaned, slow, ancient — like something inside hadn’t been touched in decades. The smell hit first: dust, paint, and the faint metallic tang of old air sealed too long. The corridor beyond was narrow, lined with walls that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.

I stepped inside.

The temperature dropped instantly.

Every footstep felt intrusive, every breath visible in the cold.

There were no lights, but moonlight poured in through thin slits along the far wall — enough to paint the space in pale silver. I trailed my fingers along the wallpaper, noticing the texture change.

It wasn’t wallpaper.

It was ca
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