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Chapter 65 : The Price of Things

Author: Evalyn Elvis
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-19 08:31:52

Amara’s POV

The council chamber had emptied, but its echoes clung to me like smoke. I could still hear the whispers—my name bitten into the air like a curse, a plea, a warning.

By the time I stepped into the courtyard, the sun was bleeding gold across the horizon. Warriors trained with stiff movements, their blades clashing harder than they needed to. The clang of steel was not practice—it was fear dressed as discipline.

I felt it in the way their eyes flicked to me and away, quick as blades sheathed. Not hatred. Not yet. But the kind of doubt that could grow teeth if left unspoken.

“Amara.”

I turned. Mira stood at the edge of the yard, her hair pulled back, her jaw tight. She beckoned me with a tilt of her chin, leading me toward the watchtower stairs.

We climbed in silence, each step creaking beneath the weight neither of us named. At the top, the view stretched wide—the forest in restless shadows, the river glinting like broken glass, smoke still curling where the Forsaken had been
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