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... he terrace with measured steps, spears held at ease but never lowered. The golden binding around her wrists glowed softly, etched with sigils that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. It wasn’t a shackle meant to hurt. It was a promise. A declaration that resistance had already been accounted for.
Sunny had straightened the moment he sensed her approach.
The Shadow Chair creaked quietly as he leaned forward, forearms resting on his thighs, attention fixed ahead. March followed his ...
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