Chapter 11 Righteous Blade

The cold steel of Seo Kang-Hyun’s blade pressed into the hollow of my throat. It was a familiar sensation—the bite of a well-maintained edge, the smell of whetstone and oil, and the absolute weight of a man’s killing intent.

"Speak," Kang-Hyun commanded. His voice was a flat, icy monotone. "Before ...

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