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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TEN

作者: Stone Heart
last update 最終更新日: 2025-10-06 07:31:15

LIORA’S POV

The next morning came too quickly. Sunlight spilled through Marga’s curtains in thin golden blades, cutting across the room and prying me awake. I blinked, my body heavy, my head pounding with the remnants of restless dreams. The knock on the door was soft at first, then firmer.

“Liora! Come on, soup’s ready!” Marga’s voice was warm, patient, the same as always.

I sat up, running my hands through my tangled hair before dragging myself to the shower. The water was hot, sharp, a relief against the exhaustion in my bones. For a fleeting moment, I stood there under the spray and pretended the steam could wash away everything, the taste of Draven’s blood on my tongue, the sound of his broken voice, the sight of him on his knees. But memories don’t rinse off so easily.

When I finally stepped out, Marga was waiting at the small kitchen table, two bowls of soup steaming between us. She smiled the moment she saw me.

“Eat,” she urged, pushing one bowl closer. “You look like you have
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