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Chapter Sixty-Two – The Whisper
Author: Rukky
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The night was no longer a night. It was a wound bleeding fire, choking smoke, and the heavy silence of the dead.

Fowler knelt in the scorched dirt, Elias’s hand clamped on his wrist like a shackle. The blood slicked grip was weak, trembling, but the words that passed his lips carried the weight of an executioner’s blade.

Fowler’s face drained of color. His jaw clenched, breath catching in his chest. His shoulders stiffened as if a mountain had just collapsed onto them.

Selene crawled closer, dragging her battered body across the ash, her arm trembling as she reached for him. “Fowler… what did he say?”

But Fowler didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Elias’s head lolled back, a gurgle of laughter bubbling through the blood in his throat. “See?” His smile was feral, teeth crimson. “Even he can’t tell you… not yet.”

“Shut up.” Fowler’s voice was low, broken, trembling with a rage he was barely holding back. “Don’t”

But Elias only coughed, his body shaking violently. Then, with grotesque satisfacti
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