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Chapter 61: The Solace of Shadows

작가: LJ Black
last update 게시일: 2025-09-11 02:07:03

The hall has settled into a kind of cautious routine: the revenant is no longer the terror at the threshold but a guest no one quite knows how to greet. There’s a ring of salt around Fyre’s cot, and the witches come and go with offerings of tea, soup, and old songs. I watch, wary but curious, as the revenant kneels beside Fyre, who lies propped up on rag-stuffed pillows, her breath thin but peaceful for the first time in days.

It—he, now, perhaps—speaks in low, lilting tones, telling Fyre stori
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