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The Man Who Writes In Blood

Auteur: PenWrites
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-21 06:58:27

Lila’s P.O.V

Nothing.

That was the word that had followed me back to my chambers.

It clung to me like a shadow, trailing behind every step I took through the corridors, whispering at the edges of my thoughts even as the palace slowly settled into an uneasy quiet.

Nothing found.

Nothing proven.

Nothing exposed.

And yet—

Everything felt wrong.

I pushed the door to my quarters open with more force than necessary, the wood creaking faintly as it gave way. The familiar scent of my room—lavender, old
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