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... a silence that seemed to stretch endlessly. Shadows danced in the pale moonlight, twisting and stretching across the wooden walls of the small hut. Veythor sat quietly on the makeshift bed, his gaze cold and unyielding. Tonight was the night. Erika's earlier words—that he could leave tomorrow—rang clear in his mind. A promise of freedom was nothing more than a death sentence disguised in honeyed words.
Her patience was running out, and Veythor had no doubt this was the endgame.
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