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Chapter 467: Primordial Chaos
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... llowed by her mother’s muffled scream. The thick stench of blood filled the air. The cabin, once a refuge from the relentless cold, was now nothing but a tomb about to be sealed.
Morrigan, only seven years old, watched, unable to move. Fear imprisoned her, like invisible chains tightening around her chest.
"Don’t look at them, Morrigan. Don’t let them notice."
Her mother’s weak, trembling voice echoed in her mind. But it was too late.
She was looking.
The ...
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