Chapter 184

SERAPHINA’S POV

It started with water.

Cold, black water lapping at my ankles—except I couldn’t feel the chill on my bare feet.

Then came the sound. A steady drip. Drip. Drip. Each drop echoed like it fell into a deep, hollow basin.

The air fogged before me, misty and uneven, yet I couldn’t feel mys...

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