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CHAPTER 109: THE RING
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2026-06-11 23:41:36
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THE WRONG MATE (One month of lies) CHAPTER 118: IF HE'S STILL ALIVE
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Celeste's POV By every definition that mattered, the battle had ended. And yet standing in the middle of the devastated valley, surrounded by the wreckage of everything the night had consumed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still terribly wrong. Because Adrien was missing, and we haven't located him yet. Search teams are still sweeping the area, and we're expanding the radius. Every version meant the same thing. Nobody knew where he was. Nobody could tell me what had happened or when or how, and not knowing was its own particular kind of torment — the kind that fills silence with possibilities you spend every waking moment trying not to look at directly. I stood near the command tent while soldiers moved around me, carrying supplies and stretchers and the quiet efficiency of people who had learned to keep functioning in the aftermath of catastrophe. The smell of smoke still hung heavy over everything. Several sections of the battlefield continued to burn in t
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