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| 46 | His Reckoning: Part 1

작가: Laisha Gardner
last update 게시일: 2026-06-14 00:44:38

Content Advisory: This chapter contains themes and depictions of emotional and psychological distress, verbal intimidation, manipulation, and betrayal. Reader discretion is advised.

I sit at the vanity, the morning light casting harsh shadows across it. My reflection stares back at me, caught between the woman I’m supposed to be and the traitor I’ve become.

I drag the brush through my hair again, watching dark strands catch the light. The repetitive motion should be soothing, but nothing can ca
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