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The Shadow (4)

Penulis: Loria Malf
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Lucine’s POV

I felt it crawling up my skin, its cold tendrils weaving in and out of my mind, wrapping around my thoughts like vines suffocating a once-beautiful garden. The red flowers that had bloomed from within me pulsed with every heartbeat, threatening to break through the last remnants of control I had left.

But I couldn’t let them win. Not yet.

I glanced at the empty space where my children had stood moments before. I had felt their presence, the warmth of their confusion and terror, but now they were gone—safely away from the darkness that was closing in around me.

It had taken all the strength I had to send them away, to push them beyond the reach of this place. My body felt weak, brittle, like it could shatter at any moment. But I could still feel them, the bond of blood that tied me to Seraphina and Stephen, even as the last threads of my humanity frayed.

They were still my children. That was the only thing I was sure of. The only thing that kept me grounded.

But I couldn’t
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