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Chapter 55: The shadow in the study

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Thalia's POV

​The suffocating silence of the study was suddenly shattered by the faint, distinct creak of the heavy door hinges behind me, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up in instant, primal alarm.

​I gasped violently, a sharp intake of freezing air hitting my lungs. I instantly turned around with whatever microscopic strength I had left remaining in my trembling limbs, wiping away my hot tears with a harsh, defensive swipe of my sleeve.

​Standing right at the threshold
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