Chapter 225 two hundred and twenty five

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ETHAN

I woke up on the cold, wine-stained floor of my private cellar, the sting of dried liquor crusting the side of my face. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache.

My mouth tasted like rotten eggs dipped in ash, and my temples pounded like a...

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