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Chapter 73: Anchored in the Dark

Author: Draven X
last update publish date: 2026-07-15 22:47:02

POV: Dante

The relapse came without warning.

Dante had been drifting in a shallow, uneasy sleep, he was trapped in a heavy, repetitive nightmare about the ambush at the rail yard. In the dream, the loud screeching of train cars on the tracks echoed all around him, making it impossible to hear where the danger was coming from. The dark shadows of Victor’s men seemed to stretch out, closing in on him. He tried to run, to find cover or fight back, but his feet felt incredibly heavy and slow, as i
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