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Chapter 20: Unknown quarters
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The Hunt was in full bloom and he could hear the raging that ran the forest. From now, he's free and Miranda replaced him as the Constant. Miranda should make sure to do the obligations.
One more thing, he's Damned - like Kristina. Where was she? Ray was in the form of little Mark and he looked at the little young man who conveyed unspoken languages. Mark was waiting and he must be sure what would happen next. There was a lifetime when all these things happened like clockwork. Sirens were the most secretive beings. They were right to be so. It's a strange thing to protect knowledge so diverse and huge. It could shake worlds, beliefs and whatsoever. Betty finished packing the herbs to her bag. A petal of the Sirens tears was covered in a very thin cloth and she secured it inside her patch, separate from the others which she broiled. Philip entered the made-up tent and announced his preparation."I haveRelated chapters
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It must be a wonderful morning. The breeze felt warm to the skin and great for breathing. It felt more like having a good sunbath on a late afternoon twilight. She opened her eyes and her very own private pool in the secret underground of the Palace satisfied her with the things she would never felt outside.She used to be alone - even before. So, it did not matter to her. She learned that being alone was much better to be with someone who wished no blessings for her. There were too many who wished to be closed with her - to befriend her. However, those whom she learned to give entrance to her personal life were either dead or a villain."This is much better," she said to no one in particular. "If your cage gives you satisfaction, why do you need to get out?"Prisoners in jail are given food, shelter and clothes. They just have to do some chores like what we do in the house as mortals. But they are not truly free.Elena had been listen
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Exhausted and starving, Raymond urged himself not to collapse. He pushed his way out to the dark tunnel. At his right side, he supported Elena's weight. If he would collapse, nothing would help them. If he would collapse, who would take of Elena? No. He wouldn't collapse and lost consciousness. He had a lady to take of. The lady so much precious in his lifElena had lost consciousness right when they were about to find a way out from the steel door they had entered from the inside tunnel from the Water Palace. He thought it was exhaustion that Elena fainted but he realized that he even was fainting. The darkness was to thick but it wasn't just the darkness who was tempting him to surrender to unconsciousness. It was these voices. "So many voices I couldn't determine who," he told Elena. Elena told him that she heard it too. However, what he heard was different. Those were crying of people alive. His were dying crieIt's almost dark whe
