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Chapter 116: The Titan's Womb

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BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE

(Jace’s Perspective)

You cannot fight a war on forty-nine fronts, especially when your enemy is the battlefield itself.

The steam clearing from the mill yard of Oakhaven revealed a city that was bruised, terrified, but fundamentally unbroken. The two hundred thousand citizens were no longer fleeing. They were sitting on the cobblestones, leaning against the red-brick walls of the textile mills, their chests rising and falling in perfect, heavy synchronization with the
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