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Chaptet Thirty Six

Penulis: Haga Krisztina
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The council chamber had changed. Whispers became murmured incantations, books slammed shut, parchment rustled, elders gave orders. The magical fabric that held the realm together stirred. And everyone knew: it was because of me. My protection was no longer a privilege—it was duty.

Aedan’s chair creaked as he rose. I was still dizzy, the weight of the vision pressed against my chest, but when he leaned close, his voice reached me softly.

“Enough for today. Rest. The others know what must be done.”

I only nodded. I had no strength to protest. I didn’t want to. I only wanted him. His touch, his nearness.

He led me from the chamber. Warriors stepped aside in silence, Cassian gave a single nod to show he would remain and oversee all. Behind me, chalk lines were already creeping across stone, runes glowing to life—but I no longer heard. Only Aedan’s footsteps. Only his hand, holding mine.

The corridors carried us back in silence. Cold stone beneath my feet, but his warmth burned in my finge
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