HalloweenGodspell
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- Parts 11
In the flickering candlelight of a grand, indifferent ballroom-
A Duke with dark, cynical eyes and a notorious reputation stood frozen beside a marble pillar.
He stared across the crowded room at a woman with sharp, beautiful, dangerous eyes who had just brushed past him without a second glance.
His heart slammed against his ribs with a violent, terrifying rhythm.
I don't know her, his mind insisted, cold and rational.
She is a stranger.
Yet, deep within the charred ruins of his forgotten soul, an ancient chain rattled.
A silent, desperate voice whispered from the dark, a promise made in another lifetime, waiting to be broken and remembered-
I will find you. Even if I have to die to do it.