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Chapter 115: The One Who Was Never Born

Author: Timothy
last update publish date: 2026-09-03 19:59:06

​For a few suffocating seconds, Lyra couldn't move a muscle. Beneath the jagged stone throne, the monumental shape had finally lifted its heavy head from the dark. Cael stood a few paces away with black, oily veins crawling beneath the skin of his throat, his features still brutally recognizable despite the spreading corruption. Yet, seated on the throne itself, the child remained dead-still, gripping a heavy silver key in both small hands.

​And somehow, looking at all three of them at once, a
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