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Chapter 23: The long awaited
XANDER,
The severed head in my hands felt heavier than it looked. The blood had dried into a grim, rusty hue, the lifeless eyes staring up at me in silent accusation. It was a trophy, yes, but it also symbolized the cost of everything I had sacrificed. What should have been a victory now felt like a burden, an a