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Chapter 408: Master was right
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... nfully quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful, but heavy, suffocating. The torches along the walls flickered weakly, their flames bending toward her as if even the fire pitied her.
Isabella’s footsteps crunched softly against the stone path, the faint echo carried by the cool night air. Each step felt heavier than the last, her heart thudding against her ribs as though trying to break free.
Her fingers clutched the edge of her soft-woven dress, bunching the fabric tightl ...
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