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Chapter 10: The Blood Contract

Penulis: Evve
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-23 21:19:58

POV: Neoma

The parchment was warm.

That was the first thing that made my stomach lurch. A hard, wet flip. It didn't feel like paper. It felt like skin. Cured. Stretched. But unmistakably organic. It sat on the obsidian table, pulsing. A faint, rhythmic throb that synced with the blood rushing in my ears.

The ink used to scrawl the dense, angular script smelled of wet iron. Old copper.

"Read it," Nergal commanded. His voice was a dry rustle. Dead leaves skittering on stone.

I leaned over the doc
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