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The Blood Market

Penulis: Elize Pheiffer
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-30 16:00:56

The lighting above us was surgical. I sat in the corner of my cage, my fingers curled around the cold iron bars, watching the upper gallery.

The figures behind the bulletproof glass began to sharpen as the house lights dimmed in the stands, focusing all intensity on the pits below. I squinted, the glare stinging my eyes, until I caught sight of a profile that made my breath hitch.

My father.

Harrison Thorne was standing at the edg

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