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Chapter 122. The Breaking Ground
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2025-12-17 08:36:10The frost came in the night, a white killer breathing across the fields.
Elira stood at the edge of the northern plot at dawn, the dead clover crisp under her boots. Each leaf was edged in glassy ice, the green beneath already turning black.
“It’s early,” Kael said from behind her, his breath a cloud in the air. “Two weeks early.”
They’d known it was coming. The mountain air had held that metallic bite for days. But knowing and seeing were different things.
The emergency council meeting wasn’t in the mansion. It was in the field, with the evidence dying around them.
“We have two choices,” Kael said to the gathered representat
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