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CHAPTER 67: The Mask Falls

作者: Evve
last update 公開日: 2026-03-08 03:37:31

POV: Neoma

I knew that stance. I knew it before I had a name, before I knew what a name was.

I knew the way his left shoulder dipped slightly lower than his right, a legacy of carrying me through the flooded tunnels when I was too small to walk. I knew the way he stood with his weight on the balls of his feet, ready to run or fight in the span of a heartbeat.

The figure on the statue leaped down. He landed in the burning grass with a grace that wasn't Lycan-enhanced, but Dregs-honed.

Thump.

He
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