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Chapter 25: The Revelation

Author: Edwinayuss
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 16:44:51

The revelation delivered by Dominic hung in the cold morning air like a shroud. The name of the mother Julian had just spent the last twenty-four hours mourning—the woman whose sapphire eyes had watched him from a silver frame while he dismantled his father’s world—was now scrawled on a crate in the loading bay.

Julian moved with the mechanical precision of a man who was fighting to keep his soul from fracturing. He didn't speak as he pulled on his leather vest, the iron key clinking against hi
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