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Chapter 56: Rage and retribution

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Thalia's POV

"You let them torture me... you let that dagger rip through my throat until I died just so you could possess me in this life!" I screamed, tears of deep rage burning across my face.

My voice shattered the silence of the room with a vibration of raw emotion so violent and painful that the massive glass window behind us rattled slightly as if about to crack. Tears poured down uncontrollably, washing away every last bit of the fake happiness and foolish love I had enjoyed over the p
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