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Chapter 130: The Mirror That Breathes

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~Clone Aeron

Afternoon light bled amber over the courtyard stones as I paced the inner walls. From up here, the village looked almost peaceful—white smoke spiraling from chimney mouths, children shrieking in delight at some unseen game, carts creaking beneath the weight of early harvest.

But I saw the tension in their movements. The way backs stayed too straight when I passed. The way conversations halted, then resumed in hushed tones when they thought I was out of earshot. There were cracks forming in Obsidian’s bones. Not yet wide enough to bleed from, but close.

I descended into the southern corridor, flanked by silence. The guards posted at the east hall doors stiffened as I approached. I didn’t speak. Just nodded. A flick of my fingers and they opened the way.

Inside: the war chamber. A cold room, too large for the voices that dared occupy it. Maps lay scattered over the central table like discarded truths. I spent an hour there, circling terrain sketches, drawing up fals
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