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Chapter 13: Veins of Destiny
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2025-02-03 04:35:19The darkness lingered in the corners of the room like a weight that Lena couldn’t shake. Every breath she took felt heavier than the last, as if the air itself had thickened with anticipation, tightening its grip on her chest. Adrian stood in the center of the room, his back to her, his broad shoulders stiff with the tension that emanated from him.
She could see his hands flexing by his sides, as if he was holding himself back from something—something dangerous. Something that might snap at any moment.“Adrian,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure if she was calling to him or simply trying to ground herself in the midst of the storm swirling inside her. “What’s going to happen?”His shoulders tensed further, but he didn’t turn around. “I don’t know.” His voice was strained, but there was an underlying hardness to it that sent a shiver down her spine. “The rules have changed. And now... now it’s out of our hands.”Lena’s heart thudded painfully i
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