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If she was bleeding—
If they all were—
The Void was demanding. And Ian was answering.
"Fuck," she whispered.
———
The scent of iron saturated the air, subtle yet overwhelming.
It was the kind of scent that didn’t just cling to the nostrils—it coiled around the soul aswell. In the Spiral Chamber, nobles clutched handkerchiefs and pressed trembling hands to their faces, eyes wide with mounting dread.
Blood dripped down cheeks like crimson ...
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