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24: Riddick

Author: Solange Daye
last update publish date: 2026-01-20 00:54:53

Fern

Gaven doesn’t give me time to second-guess my answer.

The moment I nod, something shifts in him. His posture loosens, his hands unclench, and a rare spark of excitement flashes across his face. It’s subtle, but it’s there. I’ve never seen him like this.

“Come,” he says, already moving.

I hurry after him, nearly jogging to keep up as he cuts through the castle halls with purpose. His pace is quick and eager, as if he’s afraid the moment might slip away if he slows. We pass through corridor
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