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Chapter 83: The Silent Fear
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... uietly, but its warmth couldn’t reach the cold sinking into his chest.
His elbows rested on the desk, fingers rubbing slow circles against his temples. The candlelight flickered softly above the untouched parchment in front of him.
He had been thinking for hours. Turning the same thought over and over again.
How do I stop him?
He couldn’t leave. Not now. Ruslan was close — too close. He could be hiding anywhere, watching anyone. A messenger wouldn’t make it two st ...
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