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198 The Place Where Soon Died

مؤلف: Karima Sa'ad Usman
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-08 23:21:20

Keiran’s POV

Charles helped Ethan to his feet. My father looked unsteady, wrecked in a way I had never seen before, but he let himself be pulled up. Ronan stayed close on his other side, one hand ready near his arm, not pushing him, just there in case the grief took his legs out from under him. Elder Jorren exhaled like he had been holding the breath for half the night. The meadow stayed silver and too beautiful for what had just happened in it. The shimmer of the barrier still cut through the
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