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CHAPTER 70 — ON THE EDGE OF CHAOS
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2026-06-11 00:44:40Zedekiah Green
I feel adrenaline pulsing through my veins as I lead Faina to a hidden passage in the floor of our mansion. When I open the door leading to the underground tunnel, the discovery awaits us—a passage into a parallel world. The staircase stretches before us, a path that will take us away from the danger lurking nearby.“Is this what I’m thinking?” she asks, a mischievous smile lighting up her face as I glance down into the darkness below.“Where does thi
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