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Chapter 25 – Echoes of the Past

Eli

The dream drags me under like deep water.

At first it’s only shadows and the tang of rust and sweat. The low growl of male voices. Then the torch light flares, harsh against the concrete walls of the pens, and I’m nineteen again. Bare‑chested and chained, skin raw from the whip. The air reeks ...