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Burning of the Flesh

Penulis: K. Lyn Leigh
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-03 22:05:00

Dion's POV

The cold pressed against my skin like a thousand invisible blades, sharper than any steel. But there was no steel here—only the emptiness where my magic should have been. Stripped away. No glamour to soften the edges, no Fey agility to dodge the invisible strikes. Only raw flesh, vulnerable and exposed.

I stood—or rather, I was forced to stand—in a barren plain that stretched beyond sight, under a sky bruised with swirling gray and black. The air tasted of iron and old wounds. Then the visions began.

First, the flames. They weren't mine, but I felt their searing heat crawl beneath my skin. Therrin. The memories surged in waves—her fear, the loneliness, the sharp sting of betrayal. Every scream she had swallowed, every tear shed in silence, was etched into the burning flesh of my soul.

And then the Thornbrand.

I saw it clear: the cruel mark, jagged and deep, branded into her shoulder. My hands tremb
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