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77. The Shadow That Restricts Breathing

Penulis: Monica Wild
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-06 23:47:06

The snow fell harder that night. The frozen air hung low over the city, as if the sky itself was holding its breath, waiting for the subsequent bloodshed in the war between two demons—Clarisse and Adrian.

But at the center of the Vendrake network, Clarisse was undaunted.

Not after the casino shooting incident.

Not after her own family began to doubt her abilities.

And not after Adrian dared to touch Montgomery–Lindenhall territory.

That night, she made her move.

The Vendrake basement was fil
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