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... weat clinging to my skin, my breath catching in my throat as though the blade Caelum drove into me all those years ago had found me again. The memory wasn’t just memory anymore—it was prophecy, promise, warning. His words rang louder than any screams.
You won’t escape me again.
My fingers trembled as I pressed them to my temples, trying to slow the frantic drumbeat of my pulse. But I couldn’t unsee it. The white hall. The blood. The gods watching in silence. The throne, empty and ...
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