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Chapter 32: The Weight of Watching Eyes
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Tethered To Fate Chapter 84: What Remains in Silence
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Tethered To Fate Chapter 83: Burn Through the Silence
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Tethered To Fate Chapter 82 : The Night She Was Left
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Tethered To Fate Chapter 81: The Resemblance and the Silence
Chapter 81: The Resemblance and the Silence (Nayla’s POV) They had the same eyes. That was the first thing I noticed. Sharp, storm-gray. Watchful. Both Kaidon and Dominic wore them like armor, quiet and cutting. Same posture too—backs straight even in stillness, jaws tense like their thoughts were one step ahead of their mouths. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought they were close. A father and son bound by legacy and blood. But Dominic had told me the truth. They weren’t close. They never had been. And that was what unsettled me most—that they could look so much alike, share the same commanding aura, yet carry a silence between them so deep it didn’t even feel angry. It felt like absence. Like something that had never had the chance to grow in the first place. There was something colder than rejection in that kind of silence. A kind of practiced distance, shaped not out of rage—but out of ritual. Dominic had never spoken with bitterness when he talked about Kaidon
Tethered To Fate Chapter 80: What He Left Buried
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Tethered To Fate Chapter 79: What Was Left Behind
Chapter 79: What Was Left Behind (Nayla’s POV) The ancient district felt like another world. The streets were narrow, lined with cobblestone and overgrown ivy. The buildings were old, leaning into one another like they were whispering secrets only time could understand. Magic shimmered here, not the showy kind, but the quiet, unsettling kind that made the hair on your arms rise. Dominic walked close beside me, one hand brushing mine as we approached the small, weather-worn building tucked between two merchant towers. The door was wood, carved with sigils so old I couldn’t name them. He knocked twice. Then once more. A latch clicked. The door opened a sliver, and a single golden eye peered through the gap. “I’m looking for the Keeper,” Dominic said. “No appointments,” the voice said flatly. “I’m not here for records,” I said, stepping forward. “I’m here for truth.” Silence. Then the door opened fully. The Keeper was taller than I expected. Thin. Pale. Ageless. His robes
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