Chapter 55 The Witch and the Mega Mentor 1

Moments later,

[Rina P.O.V]

The ash was still warm on my fingers.

I walked the corridor with my hand in my pocket, the residual heat of the incinerated rose pressing against my palm like a brand. The sulfur smell clung to my sleeve, a reminder of my miscalculation. I had been so certain the ros...

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