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CHAPTER 74: Held By The Collar
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2026-08-02 04:00:08The temperature in the summit garden did not just drop; it plummeted, freezing the breath in my lungs. The crisp, clean scent of the frost was instantly swallowed by a crushing wave of winter pine and dark mint. It rolled across the snow like a physical force, pressing down on the courtyard with a terrifying, dominant weight.
Caomh’s frantic, scrambling movements stopped instantly.
He was still on his knees in the dirty snow, his hands outstretc
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