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Chapter 93: The Boy Beneath the Forge

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​The seals broke one after another.

​There was no grand explosion, no violent fracturing of stone—and that quiet precision was precisely what chilled Lyra to the bone. Deep beneath the Forge, something heavy simply clicked into place, followed by another slick, mechanical slide of metal on stone. An ancient chain of locks, undisturbed for centuries, was quietly letting go.

​Cael stood in the center of the black fire, his bare feet planted squarely on the open anvil. He looked small—a child, rea
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