Chapter 74 The Women Vs The Sirens

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The storage room was small with damp wood. Aurelia sat with her back against a crate of dried fish, her wrists throbbing under the bandages. The cuffs had grown hotter through the night, as if the iron itself resented the song still drifting faintly through the planks above.

Tatia paced in the n...

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