Capítulo 103: Dead sister's son
The grand hall plunged into a silence so profound that even the faintest whisper could be heard. It lasted for but a fleeting moment before the murmurs and hushed conversations of the crowd rekindled.
Rysthan's mind dissolved into a void at the shaman's words. Verna, who had been tending to the arriving guests froze, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. "My daughter...cursed! No. It can't be."
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ainsley
ainsley I was planning to drop this chapter last night, but research about occultism left me trembling like a leaf, and I had no choice but close my laptop shut!
I don't believe in ghosts during the day. At night I'm a little more open-minded.
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