Chapter 138 The Mortal Anchor

SERA

The manor was steeped in quiet. It was that heavy, respectful stillness that fills a house when it’s bracing for a death.

I sat in the armchair by the window in our bedroom, staring out at the rain that had started to fall again. It was a soft, steady drizzle.

Malrik was asleep.

Azrael’s threa...

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