Chapter 133 One Hundred and Thirty two

EUDORA’S POV

The darkness wrapped around Eleanor like a heavy shroud. Her knees buckled as she sank to the ground, overwhelmed by the suffocating pain replaying in her mind.

She had lost her child.

Her only child.

From the shadows, I emerged, my form cloaked in a soft, ethereal glow. I stepped clo...

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