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Chapter 112

Author: Buellaaldama
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The moon hung low that night, bruised and veiled by clouds, as if the heavens themselves turned their face from what I was becoming. My fingers skimmed the cold stone of the corridor walls as I walked, not out of fear, but to ground myself in something real—something not wrapped in velvet lies or poisoned kisses.

Each step echoed, soft and deliberate, but beneath my skin, my blood thundered. I no longer moved like prey. No, I moved like storm clouds creeping across a doomed sky. Quiet, yes—but only because I hadn’t started to roar. Not yet.

I passed the guards without a word, without a glance. They stiffened, sensing something unfamiliar in my silence tonight. Maybe it was the way my shoulders squared like armor, or how my gown swayed not like silk but like battle flags in the wind. Or maybe they simply smelled the storm clinging to me, the metallic scent of resolve wrapped around my skin like a blade drawn too long.

One tried to speak, his mouth parting as if to ask if I needed ass
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