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HOLLOW GROUND

ผู้เขียน: E.O Jixxie
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CHAPTER 105: HOLLOW GROUND

MIRA'S P.O.V

The call comes in at dawn, three days after Selene's connection nearly broke apart in my hands, and I know before I even answer that whatever's happened, it's going to confirm every fear Auren's spent the last week trying to make us understand.

"A settlement near the old northern border," Isolde says, her voice carrying the particular flatness she uses when she's trying to stay professional despite something clearly shaking her un
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  • THE LUNA'S RETURN FROM EXILE   THE SOLARII

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