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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: The Sovereign's Choice

作者: Skye Wilder
last update 公開日: 2025-08-10 19:06:00

The Hall of Silent Flames was older than any kingdom, older than any god the world still remembered. Its walls bore no banners, no sigils—only smooth black stone, carved so finely it caught no dust, etched with firelight that had never been lit by mortal hands. The air here had weight, as if each breath cost a memory.

Elira stood at its center, her boots whispering against the stone. The First Light was here.

She had felt it before—distant and ancient, a whisper in the rift’s heart—but here, it
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