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Chapter 75: A Line in the Sand

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Long after Maxwell had turned the corner, the weight of his words stuck to me like a second skin.

“Promise me you won’t get lost in all this.”

I had promised.

And we both knew it was a lie.

I exhaled, fingers to my temples, the night stretching thick and suffocating. Through the cathedral’s ruins, the wind howled, whispering secrets I was not ready to hear. The Forgotten Clans had agreed to fight, but it had always been a shaky sort of loyalty. This war was inevitable and whether or not we were ready, and I was running out of time to see to it we were.

A presence settled beside me.

Lilith.

I didn’t look, but I felt her sharp stare examine me, dissecting me as if she were reading something in my bones that I couldn’t even see.

“You’re conflicted.” Her voice was smooth, drolly amused, even. “Doubt doesn’t suit you.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “You say that as if I can just turn that off.”

Lilith smirked. “Maybe you should.”

I finally turned to face her. “You think doubt makes you weak
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