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... the echo of their footsteps bouncing against the cold stone. At the end of the hall, the massive double doors loomed—behind them, his family waited.
His jaw tightened. ’The first dinner, I stayed quiet. Back then, I didn’t care about what the old Trafalgar felt. But now... it’s different. Everything has piled up like a snowball rolling downhill. And sooner or later, it has to crash.’
His eyes darkened. Seraphine. Rivena. Maeron. The three names that festered in his mind like pois ...
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