Chapter 59 The Chains Grow Weaker

Hollow King POV

Darkness.

Not the kind that came with night.

Not the comforting darkness of closed eyes or moonless skies.

This darkness was alive.

It breathed.

It whispered.

It remembered.

Eight hundred years.

That was how long I had listened to silence.

Most men would have gone mad.

Kin...

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