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Chapter 96: The Valley House

مؤلف: Nari Winters
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-10-20 20:20:30

“He’s going back to the beginning.”

Maximilian’s voice didn’t carry the roar of command or the icy bite of war. It fell into the quiet hum of the underground war room like a heavy, cold stone dropping into a dark well.

I paused, the roll of medical tape still resting between my fingers. The antiseptic smell on my hands mixed with the sharp scent of rain clinging to his dark shirt. I looked into his eyes, tracing the fresh bandage secured along his jawline.

“The beginning?” I whispered, my heart
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