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The Dark Groves

Auteur: Demiurgos
last update Date de publication: 2026-09-12 05:29:33

Deimon drove the sleek SUV along the winding roads of Silverwood in dead silence. The car cut through the evening like a moving shadow, holding a pace that was neither fast nor slow.

If anything, it moved the way his mood did, mimicking the emotion of its driver.

In the passenger seat, Jabari said nothing, unsure which words might set Deimon off. Beside him, just as quiet, sat Romulus. His composure was somehow worse than silence, and it grated on Jabari's nerves more than he could stand.

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