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Chapter thirty five: A walk through the past

Author: Susan
last update publish date: 2026-05-28 04:36:30

‎Lucas’s POV (FLASHBACK)

‎the massive gates ground open before us, and a woman—completely naked, looking to be in her early twenties—stepped out into the light.

‎"This way," she said.

‎Her skin shone like grease, covered entirely in a thick, black oily paint.

‎The double-edged sword she held in her right hand caught the harsh rays of the sun, reflecting the glare straight into my eyes.

‎Beyond the gates lay a small, secluded town, its houses arranged in tiers up the face of a ste
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