Chapter 78 - Father Dearest

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” ― C.S. Lewis

Neron

Soft crackling from the torches nicked the tense air of my father’s prison. I ogled at the weapon at my knees, faint smudges of blood staining both the handle and the blade with miscellanies of its past victims. Lady Sa...

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