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... he winding forest trail. His boots crunched over damp leaves and rotting branches, and the smell of earth mixed with ash still seemed to haunt him from the city.
Despite the slow pace, his mind burned. Each step brought back Agnes’s face, the weight of the name “Rakan,” and the delicious promise of chaos it represented. He smiled to himself, like a wolf who had just scented fresh blood.
And then, between the twisted trunks, the mansion appeared.
It was an old building, of ...
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