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Chapter 113: Breaking The Chains
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2026-04-21 09:00:10The chains were not metal.
That should have been obvious—but the realization struck Ronan like a blow to the chest all the same.
They didn’t clink or rattle. They didn’t scrape against the floor. They breathed. Pulsed faintly, like veins made of pale light, coiling out of the fractured darkness to wrap around Kiera’s arms, her throat, her spine.
And she didn’t scream.
She stood frozen, eyes wide, jaw clenche
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