Previous chapter:
Chapter 87: Accidents PT. 1
Next chapter:
Chapter 89: Lines in the Sand II
PREVIEW
... part Lucien hated most.
The corridors were still bright. The windows still poured sunlight across white stone. Servants still moved in neat patterns, carrying trays and linens like nothing had shifted. Guards still stood at attention, faces blank, hands steady on polished spear shafts.
Everything continued.
As if Master Rellan hadn’t been laid on a cold office floor under a sheet.
As if the word *accident* could swallow a life whole and leave no trace behind.
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























