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Chapter 68 - The Cut that wouldn't bleed

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— ASARAIAH KAINE —

The house was quiet when I stepped out.

Too quiet.

The kind that pressed against your ears like the air itself didn’t want you to breathe.

It was past midnight, and I wasn’t sure what exactly had pulled me out of bed — a sound, a presence, or the simple fact that my thoughts refused to shut up.

I just knew I couldn’t stay in that room any longer.

My bare feet made no sound on the marble as I walked. The corridors were dim, lined with portraits of people who didn’t look entirely human — eyes too sharp, faces too still.

Every time I passed one, I felt like it turned slightly to follow me.

By the time I reached the study door, I caught movement through the crack of light spilling onto the floor.

He was back.

Malrik stood behind his desk, shirt unbuttoned halfway down, a bottle of whisky beside an untouched glass. His jacket hung over the chair. The white of his shirt was stained — not with ink.

Blood.

It ran in a thin line down his ribs, dark and half-dried.

I froze at
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