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His Saviour 

Penulis: Talia .E.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-10 14:39:26

POV: Nikolai

I woke up again, and for a second, I thought the cave had already flooded. My face was wet, and the air was so thick with moisture I felt like I was breathing through a sponge. I groaned, the sound vibrating through my chest and setting off another round of fireworks in my ribs.

"About time," Clara’s voice came from the shadows.

The fire was almost out, just a few glowing embers left in the sand. The light was dim, but I could see her sitting near my feet. She had managed to find t
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