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The Poisoned Scales

Author: UNIQUE WRITER
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-31 18:17:52

POV: Aria

The barrel of my rifle didn't shake, but inside my chest, everything was tearing apart.

The heat of the room was stifling, thick with the smell of ozone, aged whiskey, and thirty years of buried rot. Across the frost-coated floor, the man who called himself the Third Sovereign stood with absolute poise, his crystal decanter catching the crimson pulse of the countdown clock overhead.

17:42:09.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice as smooth as polished glass. "The spirit and image of y
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