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Chapter Sixty-Two: Fears
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2025-05-30 06:09:53
Jhumie_writesLucien and Emilia are both standing at the edge of something bigger than themselves. This chapter was meant to show the cracks forming under the pressure, but also the quiet strength they find in each other. Emilia is no longer the girl Lucien took out of desperation, she’s become his weakness and his anchor. And he knows it. Coming up: new enemies, harsher decisions, and the cost of protecting what you love. Hold on, things are only going to get more intense from here.
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