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chapter 226

Author: Deedson
last update publish date: 2026-08-27 15:06:33

Point of View: Kieran Ashveil

"The hunter you captured last night finally decided to talk, Kieran, and I think you should hear this yourself before I repeat it wrong and give you the wrong nightmare."

Sable met me at the door of the makeshift holding room Alaric's guards had set up in the Duskmoor border post, her expression grim in a way that told me whatever waited inside would not be easy to hear. I had barely slept since the orchard, my shoulder still aching where the silver bolt had grazed
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