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CHAPTER 41: THE TRUTH OF EXILE

Author: Larzor
last update publish date: 2026-08-21 05:17:59

POV: Luna

We are still catching our breath when the room turns cold.

Aiden goes rigid under me. The scent of black tea and bergamot coming off him changes first; bitter, scorched at the edges. Then something older slips underneath it. Ink left too long in a sealed bottle.

“She’s riding the echo,” he says. Voice low. “Get out.”

I press both palms flat to his chest. The skin under my hands is freezing. “I’ve got you. Anchor to me. Find my heartbeat.”

He tries. The Link shakes between us. I feel t
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