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Chapter Eighteen: The Silence Between Shadows
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2025-05-06 06:34:12
Jhumie_writesEmilia’s transformation is happening quietly, but powerfully. This chapter marks a turning point, not just in how she views herself, but how she sees the world she’s been pulled into. She’s no longer the girl sitting in the corner, waiting for things to happen to her. She’s starting to question, to notice, to feel the weight of her own name. And that’s dangerous in Lucien’s world.
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