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Chapter 111

Halfdan's pov.

(His End)

The bottle of whiskey was cold in my hand, the burn of the liquid a distant sensation as it slid down my throat. I could barely feel it anymore, barely cared. All I could think of was her. Camilla. My mate. My cunning, twisted, evil mate.

How did it come to this? The memorie...

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