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CHAPTER 66: THE WEAVERS OF THE THREAD

Author: MELLA
last update publish date: 2026-07-14 01:09:21

The fire in the brick hearth had quieted to a low, rhythmic pulse of deep orange embers, casting long, liquid-gold shadows across the dark cedar-paneled walls of the subterranean sanctuary. The air in the deep study was warm, smelling of spent timber, rich leather, and the raw, musky heat of our tangled bodies.

I awoke slowly, my senses returning one by one to the heavy, suffocating reality of his presence.

Julian’s arm was a solid, branding iron draped over my waist, pinning my back against th
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