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Chapter 28: The Choice
Author: Milky-Grip
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Her hand extended, soft, trembling. “Just say it. Say you’ll save me.” Ethan’s heart pounded. He reached instinctively then froze. From the abyss, another voice rose. Cold. Familiar. His father’s.

“Ethan. Remember the blood you carry. Seventy percent of the world’s wealth, the power of generations, it is not yours to waste on ghosts. We did not build empires so you could trade them for regret.”

The chains toward the abyss pulled harder. Ethan’s teeth ground. “No… no, you’re dead. You’re not here.”

But the abyss laughed with his father’s voice. “Dead? We are all here. Every Hale that ever was. And we do not forgive weakness.”

The glass shards circling Anna spun faster, showing hundreds of reflections of Ethan boy, man, heir, traitor.

Anna’s whisper cut through, desperate. “Don’t listen. They never loved you. I did. Choose me.”

Victor’s voice echoed faintly above, like a distant call through water. “Ethan! Hold on! Don’t let them take you!”

Ethan’s breath hitched. He looked up saw nothi
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