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CHAPTER 117: WOLVES THAT BLEED LIES

LUCAS'S POV

This place stinks of old blood and damp stone. The southern citadel. It has been dead for decades, just bones left behind from some war no one talks about anymore.

But now it is alive again. Lights flicker in the high halls, torches and wiring stitched together in this Frankenstein...