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Chapter forty-one

作者: ARIA VOSS
last update publish date: 2026-07-06 11:07:07

The sound of the fifth strike tore through the study, and with it, a piece of my own soul felt like it was being ripped away. I kept my hands pressed so tightly over my mouth that my own teeth bit into my knuckles.

I couldn’t look away. Frank had told me to stay hidden with his eyes, but he hadn't told me to close them. If he was going to bleed for me, the very least I could do was bear witness to his sacrifice.

By the tenth strike, Frank's white shirt was ruined, torn apart and soaked with blo
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