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Chapter Ninety-Four—The Inheritance

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Zara's P.O.V

The grave was not marked in any conventional way.

There were no stones, no plaques, no burial markers that would be obvious to anyone searching casually. But there were signs for someone who knew how to read them — the specific arrangement of stones at a particular location in Bloodmoon's deep territory, the way certain trees had been planted in geometric relationship to a central point, the subtle disturbance of ground that indicated something significant had been buried there del
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