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Chapter 115

Penulis: Ladybee
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The door to the deepest cell creaks open, and I step inside. The air here is damp and chokes like smoke, thick with the stench of rot and old blood. Torches flicker on the jagged stone walls, casting dancing shadows that twist like demons. Iron chains hang from the ceiling, some stained with dried b
Ladybee

Hey, lovely readers 💜 I know I’ve been giving you a lot of Jack’s POV lately, and I’m really sorry if it feels like too much. But I promise, it’s important—I didn’t want to rush his side of the story. His pain, his rage, and his search for Kali all play a big part in what’s coming next. That said, this is the last chapter from Jack’s POV (for now 😉). The next chapters will return to Kali’s perspective, and I can’t wait for you to see what she’s been going through. Thanks for being patient and sticking with me. You’re the best 💫

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