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Chapter 106

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Elijah's POV

The silence in the Great Hall after Rachel fled was not the silence of respect. It was the silence of a vacuum, a cold, hollow space where my authority used to live.

I stood on the dais, my chest heaving and the metallic tang of spent Alpha energy coating the back of my throat. My eyes were fixed on the spot where the Black Ledger had hit the floor. It sat there like a severed head, its dark leather cover mocking me.

"It’s a forgery," I repeated, my voice echoing off the vau
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