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CHAPTER 273

Kaidon’s POV

Draven laughed—sharp, jagged, like broken glass tearing through bone. It echoed off the cracked marble and shattered pillars, the sound too loud, too alive in a place meant for the dead.

“Poetic, isn’t it?” he called, voice a rasp soaked in madness. “Brother.”

The word hit like a dagg...