Chapter 112 The Witch Answers a Thousand-Year Question

A Week Later

[Rina P.O.V]

The whispers followed me through the archway.

Not the ones from before - those had been blades, sharpened on malice, waiting for me to bleed. These were softer. Hesitant. The sound of people who'd watched me burn the Council down and couldn't decide if they should knee...

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