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Chapter 58: The Offer

Auteur: Elara
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-28 17:28:33

The silence didn’t break—it deepened, settling into something heavier and more suffocating. Elara could still feel the presence, steady and patient, waiting without pushing or forcing, simply existing as though time no longer constrained it. That alone made it more dangerous than anything before. Adrian hadn’t moved; his eyes remained locked on her, but his focus had shifted beyond her—to the thing behind her, inside her, speaking through her. When he finally spoke, his voice was controlled but
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