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Chapter 127: Laughter to Labor
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... mber burned with frantic firelight, shadows thrashing against the silk curtains as healers and priests rushed in and out. The air reeked of incense, sweat, and panic.
Lucien lay pale against the velvet sheets, his hair plastered damp to his forehead, breaths ragged, shallow—but determined. His hands clutched the sheets until his knuckles turned bone-white.
"Push, my lord... please, push—!" Faylen urged, beads of sweat dripping down his temples.
"Aghhh—!" Lucien cried, his ...
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