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Chapter 161: The Hunger Between Us

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-08-25 16:35:25

The night smelled of blood and smoke.

It clung to my skin, seeped into my hair, curled in my lungs until every breath tasted like iron and ash.

We ran anyway.

Through the trees, through the dark, through a world that felt too small for what we’d done.

Kael didn’t speak.

Not once.

Not when the first fires rose behind us, swallowing the camp in hungry orange teeth. Not when the horns started howling like beasts, calling every blade in the Dominion down on our heads.

He just kept running.

And I followed.

Because what else was left?

The Ash Road wasn’t a road at all. Not anymore.

Just a scar of black earth where a forest had burned to bone years ago, when the war first crawled out of its grave. The ground was still bitter, still dead, still whispering secrets no one should hear.

It fit.

Gods, it fit too well.

The silence between us was a living thing—loud and sharp and thick enough to choke on.

I wanted to break it.

Wanted to spill every word clawing at my
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