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Chapter Seventy-Five : The Awakening

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(Alessandro’s POV)

The perfect, fragile peace of our morning shattered the moment we stepped back into the study. The stasis pod was still there, a silent, glowing tomb in the center of the room, and the clock on the main screen was a merciless, digital heartbeat, counting down the last few hours of my father’s life. Less than ten hours. The weight of it settled back on my shoulders, heavier than before.

I was the king again, but the vulnerability, the memory of Isabella’s comfort, remain
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