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CHAPTER 67 – THE CRUCIBLE DOES NOT FORGIVE
Author: pinky grip
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. THE CRUCIBLE DOES NOT FORGIVE

The door sealed behind Rowan with a finality that cut deeper than fear.

There was no echo. No dramatic thunder. Just the unmistakable sound of something ancient deciding that retreat was no longer an option.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

Not the abyss he had tasted before not the suffocating hunger that clung to Aria’s prison but a denser, heavier void. This darkness pressed inward, not against his body, but against his spirit. It was weight without form, silence with intention. The air tasted metallic, sharp, like blood held too long on the tongue.

Rowan took one step forward.

The ground ignited.

Pain exploded up his legs, searing straight into his spine. He dropped instantly, palms slamming into stone that burned without flame. His instincts screamed at him to shift, to let the wolf take over, to unleash the fire boiling beneath his skin and tear this place apart.

He didn’t.

He forced his breath steady, even as his muscles trembled violently. Fire cra
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