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Chapter 248: The Funeral of Memories

last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-21 00:17:40

The darkness didn’t lift; it simply turned into a bruised, charcoal gray.

I woke with my face pressed against the lead-lined floor of the cellar. The air was a stagnant soup of silver-mercury vapor and the scorched-meat stench of the Justiciar’s remains. My right lung expanded with a dry, rattling wheeze, but my left side remained a silent, unyielding monolith.

I tried to push myself up, but the weight was wrong.

The petrification had finalized its claim on my collarbone.

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