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Chapter 10

Author: Echo
Dead silence returned to the room.

Bastian slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, took that cold hand again, and pressed his forehead against it.

"Davina..." he called in a low voice, thick with an unbreakable pain and confusion. "Tell me... was I really wrong..."

No answer.

Only the cold wind sweeping past the window, sounding like a whimper.

Three days passed.

Davina's body lay quietly in a custom-made constant-temperature crystal coffin, placed in her study.

Marcus stood at the door, gritted
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