PAEDYN NOVA
Freedom in exchange for…
The sound of boots on stone was the first thing that tore through the silence of my cell…
Heavy, measured steps… the kind that carried authority.
I looked up. The small iron door creaked open, and light from the corridor spilled across the cold floor. Three guards entered first. Then he appeared.
Alpha Cardan.
Even the air seemed to shift when he walked in… steady, unhurried, his dark coat brushing the edges of the narrow doorway. The guards bowed their heads slightly as he stepped forward.
“Open it,” he said, his voice deep and calm.
The guards obeyed immediately, fumbling with the locks until the iron door screeched open. I stayed where I was, seated on the small bench by the wall. I didn’t move, didn’t flinch… just watched him.
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