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Chapter 76 - The Third Tether

Author: Lissy
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 14:19:34

Raffaele’s POV

I sat on the plush ethnic cushion, each stitch of embroidery precise—like a prayer sewn into fabric.

In the center, the Semazenler began to whirl.

Their white robes billowed softly, arms raised, heads tilted in surrender. Discipline marked every movement.

It wasn’t performance—it was pure, godly devotion.

I had never witnessed dervishes before. And as they spun, something in me went still.

It was awe. And something deeper.

Reverent dread.

Not the kind of fear that makes you run—but the kind that makes you kneel.

That soul-deep trembling when you realize that in a heartbeat, everything you love could be taken away from you.

The kind of fear that binds respect and devotion with helplessness and gratitude.

The kind that makes you realize you own nothing—not even your breath.

And I should be thankful for even making it this far.

When the drum ceased and the white robes slowed to stillness, the spell shattered—and I corrected my posture.

And there she was.

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