Chapter 15
Author: Kim Miso
last update2026-09-23 09:16:57
"Someone just marked you."

The old woman said it the instant they landed, stumbling on the boathouse's warped wooden floor, rain hammering on a roof that had clearly not been maintained in years but somehow still held. She grabbed Bara's wrist without asking, turned it over, and pressed two fingers hard against the base of his palm where the faint gold stitching from the shattered fragment still lingered under his skin.

"Marked how," Bara said, too tired to fully process the alarm in her voi
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