Chapter 117: The Embryo of a Theory [2]

Elara's POV

My fingers had gone stiff with cold, the knuckles bone-white from hours of pressure. Black charcoal dust coated every crease of my hands — packed beneath my nails, smeared across my palms, ground into the backs of my fingers.

I didn't know how long I'd been lying on the floor. I had st...

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