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Chapter 167 - Fragments of Truth

Penulis: Tabitha
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The room still smelled faintly of smoke from the small heater burning in the corner, though the air was heavy with something less tangible — an undercurrent of tension, thick and unmoving.

Outside, the wind scraped dry branches against the side of the cabin. Ayra had been standing by the bound man for most of the interrogation, but now she shifted her weight, not out of fatigue, but because the latest turn in the conversation had made her restless.

Lisbeth sat in her chair, legs crossed, hands loosely resting on her knee. She was not guarded — not in the way Ayra had expected — but there was a steadiness in her eyes that made her impossible to read.

She wasn’t leaning forward to dominate the conversation, nor retreating into herself. It was as if she’d already accepted that every truth was inevitable, so there was no reason to rush.

Lucian remained standing, his shadow stretching across the floorboards, arms folded. His questions had been measured at first, but now his voice carried
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