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83: An End

ผู้เขียน: Solange Daye
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-03-23 00:34:41

Fern

Grace doesn’t look like the sister I grew up fearing. She looks like someone who is lost. She breaks free from the Vale warrior trying to hold her back, with a defiant snarl. Her feet carry her to my side. She dodges the battle, refusing to be stopped by the chaos around us. The panic and rage etched onto her face would be enough to scare anyone but not me.

I am not afraid that she is going to hurt me. She isn’t even looking at me. Her eyes are focused on our mother. The woman sh
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