The Exorcist’s Son
"The healers have tried everything. Holy water, exorcism rites, purification circles. Nothing works. The curse is eating him alive from the inside, and we have three days before it reaches his heart."
They reached the third floor landing, and Gabriel could feel the curse magic now, pressing against his skin like oily fingers. The hallway stretched before them, impossibly long, lined with closed doors that hid childhood memories he had spent five years trying to forget. His father's bedroom sat at the far end, the green light seeping out from under the door like poisonous fog.
"The healers say there's only one cure," Catherine continued, her voice breaking on the last word. "Alpha blood that
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