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The Alpha’s Arriva

Penulis: Emmanuel Rich
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-31 23:07:00

Chapter 53: The Alpha’s Arrival

The morning dawned grey and heavy, the clouds hanging low over the village like a shroud. The air was still, thick with the weight of anticipation. I woke before the sun, the crown warm against my brow, its pulse steady and grounding. The fire had burned to ashes, the hearth cold and dark. The room was silent, save for the faint rustle of the wind against the wooden walls.

I rose and dressed in silence, my movements slow and deliberate. T
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