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Chapter 1290: Five
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... ard to keep the hope rising within him in check, opting for a mask of indifference instead.
But as soon as Atticus heard the gentle voice of a woman he grew up loving, his cold expression cracked.
"Grandma," Atticus murmured, and he tried hard to fight the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
Beneath the earth, he had just heard the whisper of his grandmother Freya. This had been where she had been buried. Her resting place.
The battle had destroyed it, b ...
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