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Chapter 8 The Vault

Auteur: Lady P❣️
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-29 17:46:40
The darkness was absolute. Not the kind of dark your eyes adjust to after a few seconds. This was thick and heavy, like it had been waiting for centuries. The air was cold and still, carrying the scent of stone and dust and something older than either.

I stood there frozen, my heart pounding in my ears.

The key was still in my hand. I could feel its weight, cold against my palm. The mark on my shoulder was warm—faint but steady, like a heartbeat I could feel under my skin.

I took a breath. Th
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Author's Note Hey loves! Lady P❣️ here 💕 SHE HAS BEEN FOUND. THEY ARE COMING. I have CHILLS. Who are they? How did they know? And what are they going to do to Ymir? Drop your theories in the comments—I need to know what you're thinking! And please vote if you're loving the journey 💛 Next chapter is going to be INTENSE. See you there! Lady P❣️

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