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#43: Ghost Whisperer

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-06 14:31:47

The walk back to Lewison’s chambers felt endless.

Every step I took, I could feel Dorian trailing behind us like a shadow that refused to stay buried. Cold brushed the nape of my neck in rhythmic pulses, matching the ghost’s silent footsteps. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, jaw locked so tight it ached, forcing my face into what I prayed looked like normal exhaustion instead of barely-contained panic.

Help me.

The words kept echoing in my head, soundless but impossible to ignore. Help him
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