Chapter 10

Nymera’s POV

The world swam back in pieces.

Pain first. A sharp, searing ache across my wrists and ankles.

Then cold—the floor under me was stone, rough and damp.

And finally, the scent.

Rot. Blood. Magic gone sour.

I opened my eyes to darkness.

Chains clinked when I moved. My hands were shackled ab...

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