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Chapter 35

Freya's pov.

Darkness. Cold. The air was thick with damp rot, the stench of decay and filth clinging to the stone walls. The dungeons.

I had been here for over an hour. My gown was soaked in blood—some mine, some belonging to the rogues I had torn apart. The wound on my arm had nearly closed, b...