PREVIEW
... Floor of the underworld wasn’t anything like morning on the surface.
Here, light didn’t come from the sun, it came from dozens of white-gold crystals floating across the ceiling, radiating a soft glow like early dawn.
The air was warm but not scorching. Quiet but not dead. Peaceful for one specific reason:
Sofia arranged it that way.
She had completely transformed the First Floor into a place that no longer felt like hell, but like a temple or a s ...
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