The Devil's Broken Doll
Old instinct surfacing before reason.
“She stood where you stand now. Defiant. Unafraid.” A bitter edge threaded through the memory.
Adelaide’s throat tightened. “And then?” she asked.
Apollo closed his eyes, just for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze drifted past her, past the throne room, past the mountain itself. The air thickened with heat and something sharper—old grief, old fury, the kind that never cools, no matter how many centuries pass.
“Then,” he said, “someone lied.”
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