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Chapter 55 – The Echo in the Stone

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
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Theo’s POV

I can’t sleep.

Not with these walls whispering. Not with the stone pressing into my spine like it’s trying to carve something out of me. The fire we built earlier is still smoldering, casting shadows that don’t belong to us.

Eva lies near the hearth, one hand curled under her cheek, barely moving. Sonia’s a few meters off, wrapped in a blanket she’s barely using. Her face is slack with sleep, peaceful for once. But I’m still wide awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling as though the stones might shift and spell something out.

The words from the carving echo like a bell every time I blink.

Nothing is what it seems. The mirror lies. But the blood remembers.

I rise quietly, careful not to wake them, and pull on a shirt. The floor is cold under my feet, but I need to move. The air in here is too still, too heavy, like the room itself is holding its breath.

I walk the corridor with slow steps, the old stones creaking under my weight. Even the air feels older in this wing, thick
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