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Chapter 47: I don’t need her heart
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... like grains of sand, each moment bleeding into the next with a merciless inevitability.
Ever since that tense dinner, the world around her had felt both too fast and too slow. The memory of Malvoria's quiet, deliberate words Have a good night, Elysia still lingered in her mind, an echo that refused to fade.
It gnawed at her, twisting through her thoughts like a vine that refused to be cut away.
But it wasn't just Malvoria's presence that haunted her.
Zera had com ...
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