Chapter 73 The beginning of the ruin

Kael

I watched, fingers crossed and knuckles white, as she lay there. Still. Unmoving. A perfect effigy of herself, save for the gentle, steady rise and fall of her chest. She showed no signs of waking, no flicker behind her eyelids, no twitch in her fingers. It was a sleep that felt too deep, too ...

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