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29. Out of Control

作者: The Black Daisy
last update 公開日: 2026-08-10 20:38:49

Dominic’s POV

The silver padlock didn’t just break; it shattered under the heavy, reinforced heel of my military boot, the iron shrapnel skittering across the damp floorboards of the subterranean vault.

But a padlock was nothing. The door itself was a massive, ancient slab of riveted iron. Freshly scraped rust and heavy gouges in the stone frame showed where the executioners had recently forced the ancient thing open with crowbars, greasing the rusted hinges just enough to turn this abandoned
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