CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - HOLLOW PRINCE.

~Damon's POV~

The night wind tore through the bare branches like a warning, low, cold, and relentless. It made the trees moan, their skeletal arms clawing at the dark as if mourning something long lost. I stood at the ravine's edge, staring into the yawning abyss below. This was where Mira once whi...

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