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Chapter 97: A mother's worries

مؤلف: Meminger
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-31 23:20:31

Nyra POV

The corridor was dark, lit only by the occasional torch, and Nyra's footsteps echoed on the stone like the ticking of a clock. She had not slept. She had barely eaten. Her mind had been churning since the moment she saw Elsie and Zuri in the garden, since she watched her daughter kiss another woman in the moonlight.

She had hoped Elsie would come to her. She had hoped they could talk, woman to woman, mother to daughter. But Elsie had not come. Instead, she had gone to Hecate.

Nyra had
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