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Chapter 32 The Nursery’s Secret

작가: R.J. Sterling
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I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was a desert, scorched by the ozone of my own manifestation and the suffocating weight of his presence.

Damian didn’t wait for my voice to return. He simply withdrew his hand—the heat of it lingering like a brand—and turned toward the gym’s exit.

He didn't look back. No parting threat, no final warning. The pressurized seal of the glass door hissed shut, leaving me alone in the dark with the fading scent of cedar and scotch.

The silence was heavier than the
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