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The Architect of Rot
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2026-07-03 01:27:00The heavy iron door of the lower vault sealed them into a claustrophobic silence, broken only by the sound of Anna’s ragged breathing. The silver light emitting from her collarbone pulsed against the damp stone walls, casting long, distorted shadows across the scattered ledgers.
Liam didn't move toward her immediately. He stood braced against the locked door, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his icy-blue eyes tracking every tremor in her shoulders."Control it, Anna," he
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