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Chapter 74: The Queen in the Gutter

작가: Drea Drayne
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The city was a beast, and Flora was moving through its veins. The Gilded Chalice, with its noise and its stench of stale ale, was a distant memory. She was a ghost now, a shadow slipping through the winding, filth-caked alleys of the lower city. The dirt on her face was no longer a shield, but a camouflage. Her hunched posture, once a sign of defeat, was now a study in invisibility.

She was no longer the girl who cried in a castle. She was the Omega Queen, and her kingdom was the darkness.

Kael
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