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CHAPTER CDXXIX

(HIS REALITY)

“THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE.”

Uttering the name of the stone that everyone said to be just a fantasy, yet it isn’t impossible. His torture just ended as he for a minute pauses and somewhat starring right into the darkness. With a smile that slowly crept upon his face. And the memory that is now as clear as the drop of the rain. He started to hum the same song that Winona used to sing for him them.

The comforting song reminds him of both the light and dark. The curse and the shallow hearts of the mortals. With the memory of the past that aligns everything of what he forgot, no, he needed to forget. It is his turn now to sing the dark lullaby.

“Who is asleep amidst the dark? The nightmare is knocking at the door. That one soul lies all in a deep sleep. Didn’t know the manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your hungry wanting wants are heard. Shhh… don’t let someone know, for the Witcher. Heartless cold who eats your dreams. He comes
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