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Chapter 170 - Intimate Proclamations

Autor: Kristy Pearson
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-02-24 07:47:06

(Caelum Ashborne)

Caelum remained where he was.

He pressed himself into the narrow seam of shadow between two carved pillars, stone cold and unyielding against his spine. He did not move. Not out of fear of being seen, but because movement itself had become a kind of decision, and he was not ready to choose again.

The muscles along his spine locked tight, breath held shallow in his chest, as if even the act of shifting his weight might tip something irreversible into motion.

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