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Chapter 135

Author: Aria
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 21:58:28

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five*

Aurelia's POV

The passages seemed to get narrower the deeper we went. Kaelen's body hung between Rylan and me like something that had already left, and Torin moved behind us with his hand on the back wall, keeping us anchored to something solid. The dark was so complete it had almost no texture. I could feel it pressing against my skin.

Rylan did not waste energy on words. He moved with the kind of focus that came from knowing exactly what would happen if we
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