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chapter 259

Author: Deedson
last update publish date: 2026-08-29 12:40:02

Point of View: Kieran Ashveil

"We have eleven days at most before the fourth door opens on its own, Ysolde, and I still do not know if eleven days is enough time to gather an army or simply enough time to say goodbye properly."

The war room had transformed over the past week into something closer to a command post, maps and reports covering every surface, Duskmoor and Ashveil banners hanging side by side above the hearth for the first time in living memory, a small, symbolic unity that felt bot
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