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Chapter 5: The Rules of Survival

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-06-29 21:22:34

​Lyra's POV

​The maid's agonizing screams followed us long after she vanished down the corridor.

​Each strike of the whip echoed off the high stone walls, vibrating right through the soles of my feet.

​Crack!

​"Ahhh!"

​Crack!

​"Please... mercy! Forgive me!"

​I flinched, my shoulders drawing inward. It wasn't because I wasn't used to hearing people scream. It was because I was. I had simply forgotten how much it mutilated your soul to listen to it when you were entirely powerless to stop it.

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