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... he crypt should’ve felt like freedom—like stepping out of a coffin—but instead it felt like wading through ash. Every step reminded me of what I’d just done.
I could still feel them.
The ancestors.
They didn’t scream anymore. That was the worst part.
They watched.
Lucian waited at the edge of the collapsed chamber, arms folded. His platinum hair looked almost silver in the torchlight, face unreadable as always.
"You didn’t die," he said. "Congratul ...
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