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CHAPTER 170
Author: Pen of the King
last update2025-10-23 23:27:55

The Stirling manor slept beneath the veil of mist. Its buildings with gothic towers reached into the dim sky like weary sentinels, their windows glinting faintly with the reflection of distant lightning. The gardens were drenched—flowers heavy with rain, statues dripping as though they too were crying something unseen.

The fountain in front of the mansion overflowed, its basin filled ground its brim by the endless storm. The lion statues guarding the gate were crowns of water and shadow. But now the gate had been already broken by Jeffery so they just stood there.

And through that soaked silence, a lone car rolled in. Its headlights cut pale wounds through the fog, illuminating the gravel path that led to the main entrance. The black sedan came to a slow, stuttering stop beside the fountain—engine coughing once before dying completely.

Inside, Jeffery Flamel sat still for a few seconds, gripping the steering wheel as though it were the only thing tethering him to existence. His knuckl
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