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Chapter 247: Thrice Bound, Thrice Born
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... ever spent. The fall ended abruptly as she landed on a scorched battlefield suspended in the sky, where the clouds churned like molten iron and thunder cracked like war drums.
Ash rained from above.
All around her, statues stood—dozens, hundreds—people frozen mid-scream, mid-fight, mid-fear. Warriors. Villagers. Children. Lovers. All victims of something ancient… and wrathful.
Their eyes had been turned to her.
To Stheno.
The second-born gorgon.
Fr ...
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