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The Voice Inside Isolde

Author: Pinopino
last update publish date: 2026-05-12 07:12:14

CAELUM

Now what the hell was Isolde doing near the old training grounds just after midnight without any guards or servants?!

She was all alone, standing alone beneath the dim torchlight with her hands resting against the wooden fence surrounding the arena. The entire place was quiet except for the distant sounds of patrols moving through the pack and the wind dragging across empty stone paths.

For a moment, I didn’t say anything, I just watched her. She hadn’t noticed me yet, which already fel
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