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I remembered all of them. That was the burden of being the last one. At least, that was what I had told myself. The thought followed me through the afternoon. The last one. It had been true for so long that I stopped questioning it. Stopped examining it. I'd even stopped asking whether it was entirely accurate. Then the old man entered Lyra's cell. I hadn't seen the conversation. I didn't need to. There were only a handful of people left alive who could have said what he said.

"You know it's not nonsense," I sang, going around the bed. "I'm sure that all humans, especially the older ones, must have heard the story of the queen of hell someday. The woman who could live a thousand lives in one. What makes you discredit that you are in front of this woman now?” The old man trembled from head to toe, and a strong odor of urine rose to my nose. Even without any dignity, he kept holding the book firmly against his arms crossed. I would die protecting the book, but I would never give it to me without a fight.

Even most of the nine could not compete with him on that level. After Mane picked that manual, the other books disappeared. A bright light was once again released from the 3rd mountain. This time, a prepared Mane did not have to close his eyes. When the lights faded, there were a cluster of books hovering around him. Unlike before, he did not read their descriptions before making his decision. No, his hand reached for a manual before he could even think.

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When he saw the last night, he found that the last page had been torn off. "Master, why isn't there the last page?" Christiano looked at the old man with a hint of anxiety in his eyes. It could be seen how much he cared about the contents of the last story. "There was no more page when I got it." As soon as he finished speaking, Christiano collapsed on the stool.

Baski screamed instinctively. But it was too late. It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place. It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out. . . . WATCH OUT FOR THE SEASON FINALE. THE FINAL PART OF THE BOOK. Name: MY WOMAN. MY POSSESSION. Subtitle: THE RISE OF QUEEN DANIKA. Note: It will be posted here. You don't need to look out for a new book.

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Her room seemed small compared to mine, but I also grew up as a son of an Alpha in a pack house that probably looked like a wooden mansion to outsiders. Being here without her was torture. I got up and walked back downstairs. Before I did, though, I borrowed a pair of shorts from her uncle, so I wouldn't be standing around naked anymore. I went out on the porch and waited. The closest airport to here was about an hour away. If they dropped her off and didn't stick around, then they would already be on their way back by now. I would wait. I needed to hear what they had to say for themselves. I needed to explain myself.

the man from last night says calmly. He crouches over to me slowly. I let down my stance and study his movements while searching him for any weak spots. He sits on the bed, patting the mattress, so I'll sit next to him. Instead, I grab the chair near the window and take a seat across from him. "Who are you?" I demand. Even disoriented, I'm ready to fight. The little sleep I had restored most of my strength. "Cole. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you," he remarks.

“You’re the one who left the battlefield without a word. You’re the one who found him. And now, he’s dead. You were there, Andros. You were the last one to see him alive.” His expression twisted into something wounded, but I couldn’t tell if it was genuine or a carefully crafted act, and then he pulled out the book which made me fall silent.