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CHAPTER 41: The Architect

Author: Calista Nyx
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-10 23:26:14

Ashcroft doesn’t beg.

He doesn’t rant.

He doesn’t even look angry.

That’s what unsettles me.

He sits in the reinforced chamber beneath the compound — wrists bound in silver-lined restraints, wards etched into every stone surface.

And he smiles.

“You’re not dead,” he says when I enter.

“That disappoint you?”

“No.” His eyes flicker briefly. “It complicates things.”

Morgan stands to my left.

Kade stands to my right.

Kieran remains near the door.

No one underestimates him now.

Not after the ley-lin
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