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Blood and Ash

Author: G.V.STELLARIS
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-22 13:35:27

Lawrence’S POV

The dry, sharp snap of the renegade leader’s neck beneath my boot was the only answer his confession received.

My uncle. The Lord of the Eastern Mines.

My own father’s younger brother—of my own bloodline—had paid the assassins who tried to slit my children’s throats while I sat upon the Council dais. The rage that rose in me was no blind, burning explosion. It was cold. Absolute. Venomous and sharp, freezing every corner of my mind into perfect, terrible clarity.

I stepped away f
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