CHAPTER 49: THE ERASURE OF MORTALITY
ELODIE’S POV
The moment we both collapse against the sweat-dampened bed, the very fabric of the environment suddenly seems to shift and warp. It is a jarring, ethereal transition that leaves my equilibrium spinning. Everything feels like a sudden, heavy pause—as if the universe itself has held its breath, as if time is standing still in this small, shadow-drenched room. I feel the shift deep down in the shimmering essence of my soul, a vibrational change that signals a departure from the natural world. Time has paused indefinitely, stretched thin like a glass filament, and I know with a chilling certainty that this is his doing. He has carved a pocket of eternity out of the night, a sanctuary of sin where the sun will never dare to rise.
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