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Chapter 92: A Dead End

last update Date de publication: 2026-11-07 17:15:23

My lungs burned with a cold that tasted like copper as I bounded up the spiral stone steps of the dungeon.

My mind was a chaotic mess of fragmented horror. Elder Jarek—the man who had sat at my father's right hand for a decade—had now been reduced to a weeping, hollow shell of a wolf, and chained to a damp wall like a fucking traitor… that he was.

The thought alone made the blood freeze in my veins.

As I ran out, I didn't feel the frost on the courtyard stones beneath my boots. I did
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