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Chapter 19 Senna

Penulis: Victoria Stone
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-29 22:00:11

They had given Dain a window, a lamp and a blanket, and he looked worse for all three.

The new cell was one level up from the dark ones. Whitewashed stone. A cot. A slit of sky the width of a hand, going pewter with the afternoon. Dain sat on the edge of the cot with the blanket around his shoulders like a boy home from school with a fever. When her key turned he stood up so fast the blanket fell.

"Sen."

"Sit down."

He sat. Pine smoke and the sour edge of fear fill

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