Chapter 26 The Lamb's Slap

RAVIAL

“Ravial… too much… plis… slow…”

“You… Ravial… yours… only yours…”

Her words slithered through my skull like some unwanted thing, uncoiling in the quiet corners of my mind, refusing to fade. I leaned back in the throne-like chair at the head of the conference table, fingers steepled under m...

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