Reborn as the Wife He Killed
The crimson glow from the compass flickered in Jim’s palm, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat with a restless rhythm.
They pressed onward through layers of soil and stone until a distant murmur reached their ears.
“A river,” Alia said first, lifting her gaze.
Before them, the passage suddenly widened. A subterranean river wound its way through the dimness, its rippling surface catching the faintest gleam of light—like a dream teetering on the edge of unease.
Following the compass’s direction, Jim walked steadily forward, his eyes fixed on the trembling needle. The two stepped carefully over slick stones, moving along the riverbank. The sound of rushing water grew louder, the air colder, as if
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