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Enchantments of Vengeance
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2024-09-30 12:52:51
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Inside her dimly lit house, Corazon paced back and forth, her patience wearing thin. “What’s taking him so long?” she growled, her anger evident in her fiery gaze. “He should be here by now.” Tino was supposed to bring Leonora to her, and the delay gnawed at her, threatening to unravel her carefully laid plans.Frustrated, she stormed into the room where her altar stood—a chaotic display of candles, herbs, and dark trinkets. Corazon approached the altar, her fingers brushing over the items with reverence and desperation. “If he doesn’t come soon, I’ll summon him myself,” she muttered. She closed her eyes and began to chant, weaving words of power and darkness, hoping to draw Tino to her despite the distance.After finishing her incantation, she stood by the window, watching the night unfold, believing her powerful spell would call him to her, even if he were asleep. “Come to me, Tino,” she whispered, her heart racing with anticipation.Meanwhile, in Isabela’s house, a hushed conversat
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Tino and Isabela trudged along the narrow pathway toward Leonida’s house, the trees on either side swaying gently in the breeze. Isabela wore a headscarf, carefully drawn around her face to conceal her identity as they walked. The path was familiar yet ominous; danger lurked everywhere. But thanks to her precautions, they managed to reach the house without encountering any problems.Instead of heading for the front door, they took a well-trodden path around to the back of the house. It was safer that way—more discreet. They reached the basement entrance, and Isabela knocked softly on the door.“Alice, Pedro, are you there?” Isabela called out quietly, careful not to let her voice carry too far outside. She strained to hear any response, her heart pounding with anxiety.After a moment, they heard movement inside, and then the sound of the lock being undone. Pedro opened the door cautiously, peering through the small gap before pulling it open fully. His eyes widened when he saw Tino st
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“Isabela, Alice! I have news!” Lito burst through the door, breathless and wide-eyed.Alice, Isabela, and Pedro quickly gathered around him in the living room, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.“What did you find out?” Alice asked eagerly.“There were a lot of prisoners transferred from Manila to Sakura Heiei,” Lito replied, trying to catch his breath.Sakura Heiei was a notorious Japanese camp and prison, formerly known as Fort McKinley, now Fort Bonifacio in Taguig City.“Did you see the prisoners?” Alice pressed, her voice rising with urgency.“How many hours away from here?” Pedro chimed in almost simultaneously.“Yeah, how do we get there?” Isabela added, her brow furrowing in concern.Lito patiently answered their questions one by one. “I haven’t seen the prisoners, but I caught a glimpse, and I saw many American prisoners. Most of the Filipino prisoners were being forced into labor.” He turned to Alice, his voice filled with concern.“It would take about an hour
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