Chapter 167 The Gardener's Ledger

The seed was warm in her palm.

That was the first thing Evelyn noticed, not the gold-black sky, not the cracking of reality above the citadel, not the way Julian's hand had gone to his blade. The seed was warm, and it pulsed with a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat.

"Evelyn." Julian's voice wa...

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