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Chapter 17 — The Weight of Remorse (Dorian)

Penulis: Queen Bee
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-24 22:57:49

The white light of the hospital hurt my eyes. Or perhaps it was the fact that I was returning from the limbo, from the shadows where I drifted for endless days, without dreams, without memories, without pain.

Dorian.

My name came first. Then, the sensation of a strange body—numb arms, heavy legs, a head throbbing as if it had been opened and hastily patched.

“He’s waking up!” A female voice, familiar, cut through the white silence.

Sarah.

Her face appeared above mine, streaked with tears, her e
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