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booth near the edge of the market square, knees drawn to her chest, her chin resting against her arms. Her coat, damp from the earlier drizzle, clun

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walls were carved from obsidian and echo-root, absorbing light and humming with ancestral power. In a vaulted chamber thick with the scent of pine, o

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three. "Our diviners have confirmed it. The

the armrest. "After all this time...

been spoken aloud in centuries-not since Princess Althaea vanished after tu

against steel. "Find the child, but do not alert the w

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could've sworn she saw a man watching her from the corner. But when she looked again,

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calm her breath, but a deep ache buzzed beh

of the inner sanctuary. The council had gathered again, this time with m

searched the last recorded perimeter and found only remnants

dnight furs. Rick's jaw was tight. "They wouldn'

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become the secret everyone needed. A fig

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