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... table. The book lay open in Damon’s hands, and the pulsing red of the engraved letters seemed alive, as if each sentence were a sigh from another dimension.
He had already lost track of time. The world around him had vanished—there were no windows, no distant footsteps in the mansion’s corridors, no Aria to interrupt his concentration. There was only him and those pages, drenched in a dark energy that seemed to claw at his soul with every line.
Damon took a deep breath, keeping ...
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