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CHAPTER 127: INK AND INTENTIONS
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2025-07-22 07:30:09VELARA'S POV
Damon’s voice murmured steadily in the background, his conversation with Dante a low hum in the otherwise quiet room. I barely registered the sound. My attention was consumed by the weighty stack of documents laid out before me, their printed words a blur as my eyes skimmed over each page. Tension crept up my spine like a slow, unrelenting tide. My chest tightened with every breath I took. The pen in my hand felt heavier than it should have, almost trembling with the burden of the choice I was about to make.I didn’t give myself the chance to hesitate.Drawing a firm, decisive line through the name Virelles, I scrawled my ID number beneath it. My signature followed, curling at the edge of the page with finality. It was done. A single stroke of ink, and I had erased my own name from his life on paper. It wasn’t even my birth name, not really. Still, watching it disappear beneath that bold line felt like cutting away a piece of my identity. A na
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