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CHAPTER 16: THE RETURN OF THE PRIESTESS

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last update publish date: 2026-06-20 15:10:11

The ash of the Dead Lands still clung to my skin, but it no longer felt like the dust of the grave. It felt like war paint. Beside me, Silas moved with the silent lethargy of a wounded predator, his eyes never leaving the golden glow that emanated from my very pores.

"You’re going back there?" Silas rasped, his voice strained as he clutched his side. "Elara, the eclipse is nearly total. The ritual is at its peak. You’re walking into a slaughterhouse."

"I’m walking into my home, Silas," I said
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