Chapter Seventy Four – Broken Crowns

The first thing Damian tasted was metal.

Blood.

Memory.

Pain.

His eyes cracked open to a blur of unfamiliar white — too clean, too still. A hospital room. Machines. The smell of disinfectant and death held at bay.

His lungs seized as he tried to sit up, pain knifing through his ribs. A rough gr...

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