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Chapter 107

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"Something that should have happened a long time ago." I pulled against the shackles, testing them. The metal screamed in protest, and cracks spider-webbed across their surface. "I'm done being their victim. I'm done being weak. I'm done being afraid of what I am."

The door to the cell chamber burst open, and Kelly strode in, flanked by four guards. She looked disheveled, her usually perfect appearance marred by dark circles under her eyes and a manic energy that made her movements jerky and unpredictable. In her hands, she carried that cursed wooden tray again, laden with food that reeked of corruption and dark magic.

"Still being dramatic, I see." Kelly's smile was sharp enough to cut. "I thought a few more hours of watching your friend suffer might have adjusted your attitude, but apparently, you need a more direct approach."

She nodded to one of the guards, who grabbed Elias by his hair and jerked his head back. A knife appeared in the guard's hand, pressed against Elias's exposed
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