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Chapter 771: First Move... but Best move?
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... me... I... I..."
Clanngg, Clang
Drip, Drip
A broken voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber, blending with the harsh clanking of chains and the steady drip of blood onto the cold stone floor.
Dora stood motionless, her gaze fixed on Alaric's pitiful state. He was broken... No, she had broken him—far too much.
And yet, even now, after everything, he kept repeating those same words over and over, like a shattered record stuck on its final note.
No ...
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