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Chapter 62: The Price Of Obsession

last update Date de publication: 2026-06-29 18:48:24
Lysander’s POV

​Thalia had finally succumbed to exhaustion, her breathing settling into a rhythmic, steady flow. I stood before the massive, gilded mirror in the corner of the room, staring at my own reflection. The mark—the curse of the Blood Moon—was becoming angrier, redder, and more expansive. It felt as though a thousand scorching needles were piercing my spine every time the blood moon drew near.

​Why do I do all of this? The question haunted me. Why was I so obsessed that I had to orc
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