“When the Devil smiles, it is not joy it is memory.”
The moment Yousef pulled the sword from the titan’s ribs, the world beneath him fractured like glass under a scream.
The sky split.
Not with thunder but with laughter.
It was low, smooth, intimate too familiar.
The kind of laugh that knows your secrets.
The kind of laugh that comes from someone who has watc…
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