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Chapter 65 The Masked Man

Dark clouds swallowed the once-bright moon, and a chilly drizzle fell through the air.

In the damp, bone-cold dungeon, two shadowy figures huddled close. The stench of mildew filled their lungs.

"Wyatt, I'm freezing..." Molly's voice was soft and trembling, almost like a whisper carried by the wind....