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Chapter Twenty-Nine - Not Human

작가: Kristy Pearson
last update 게시일: 2025-12-10 00:00:46

(Apollo)

The door shuddered behind him.

So did he.

Apollo stood in the corridor, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly his claws had already broken skin. Blood slid down his palms in slow, hot lines, dripping off his fingertips onto the obsidian floor. Each drop hissed faintly as it hit the stone, swallowed instantly by the heat of Hell and leaving faint, smoking specks that vanished as if they’d never existed.

He stared straight ahead at nothing.

The torches along the hall flickered madly,
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