Chapter 79 The Witch and the Memory Thread

The next day,

[Rina P.O.V]

The ceiling was the first thing I saw - the familiar, polished oak beams of the Ignis bungalow.

My chest felt like it had been hollowed out and filled with jagged glass, every shallow breath sparking a dull, throbbing heat behind my ribs. The taste of copper was still...

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