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A Bitter Return

ผู้เขียน: Timi Rachael
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Chapter 20: A Bitter Return

The two Witches stood before me, their expressions blank and their eyes glassy under the weight of my power. It was a strange sight, two women with hair as white as bone, looking so fragile despite the deadly arrows they had just rained upon my men. I kept my posture rigid and my hands clasped behind my back as I stepped into their personal space.

“Speak,” I ordered, my voice dropping low. “Why have you trespassed into the Nocturne Territories? Why did you draw bloo
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