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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three: The Prey Becomes the Trapped
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2025-11-18 16:26:59
Jhumie_writesThis chapter marks a turning point in Killian’s story, after years of absence and unanswered questions, he finally comes face-to-face with his father. The focus here is on raw, unfiltered emotion: relief, grief, hope, and the fragile rebuilding of a bond lost to time. Ivy’s presence highlights loyalty and strength without overshadowing the father-son moment. The trap looming at the end sets the stage for escalating tension in the next chapters, balancing emotional depth with high stakes action. This is a chapter about connection, recognition, and the bittersweet reality that danger always lurks, even in moments of reunion.
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