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Chapter 51: The Haunting

作者: Dzifa
last update 公開日: 2026-04-03 15:49:01

The phantom of Maggie Cleary clung to Elara like the smell of damp earth from the construction site. She saw the woman’s weary, accusing face in the steam of her morning coffee, in the grain of the conference room table. The raw ore cornerstone, now displayed on a shelf in their bedroom, felt less like a symbol of strength and more like a tombstone.

Kaelan, conversely, seemed energized by the encounter. The woman’s resistance was just another force to be mastered, a variable in the complex equa
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