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Chapter Forty Seven

Author: Jay Ann
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-24 01:58:31

Isabella's mom

Isabella’s mother had not slept since the night the wards trembled.

She stood at the window of the ancestral estate, fingers pressed hard against the cold glass, watching the forest beyond as if it might answer her fears. The moon hung low, swollen and ominous, its light catching on the ancient stones etched into the land stones that had begun to hum again after years of silence.

“That shouldn’t be happening,” she whispered.

Her husband stood behind her, shoulders heavy,
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