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Chapter 16

作者: Anna C
last update 公開日: 2026-03-28 01:17:43

Leila POV

The night is no different from the restless ones that have plagued me since the rogue attack – sleep fractured, my mind a battlefield of shadows and half-remembered ghosts. The packhouse creaks around me like an old guardian, its ancient timbers whispering secrets in the wind that rattles the windows. Exhaustion finally drags me under, and the dream returns, sharper and more merciless than ever.

I’m running again through misty woods cloaked in silver fog, moonlight slicing through the
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