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Chapter Six: Echoes

Author: L. G. Ausmus
last update publish date: 2025-11-08 01:52:47

The smoke hadn’t even cleared, and already the room felt smaller. Tighter. Like the walls were closing in, choking out the air I needed just to think straight. The Wicked’s voice still echoed in my head—calm, amused, certain. Like he already knew how this all ended. Like he knew me. I stared at the spot where he’d stood, the haze of his disappearance still hanging there, taunting me. My fists wouldn’t stop trembling. Not from fear—at least, that’s what I told myself—but from something darker. S
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