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Chapter 177: The Flame’s Silence!
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Evans gripped the wheel so hard the leather squeaked beneath his palms. The city lights blurred past the windshield in streaks of pale neon and brake-light red as he pushed the old black sedan faster than it was ever meant to go. Beside him, Jackson slumped against the passenger seat, half-conscious, his head lolling with each jolt of the road.

But it wasn’t the bruises on Jackson’s face or the raw cut along his brow that twisted Evans’ gut into a cold knot, it was the mark. Or rather, the absence of it.

Jackson’s hand lay palm-up on his thigh, limp and open in the sickly green dash light. Where the Flameborn sigil once glowed — the burning promise of an ancient line and all its terrifying power — there was now only bare skin, pale and unremarkable. A blank canvas where fire should have danced.

Evans shot another glance at him. “Stay with me, Jackson. You hear me? We’re almost there.”

Jackson stirred, eyelids flickering open long enough to find Evans’ face. His lips moved, but no soun
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