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Chapter 141: The Ghost of the Golden Throne
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2026-02-01 09:00:32The air in the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep had ceased to be a simple mixture of oxygen and nitrogen. It was a pressurized medium, vibrating with the frequency of a thousand years of silence suddenly broken. Silas stood perfectly still, his hand still clutching Kaelen’s, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, irregular light. He looked at the woman standing in the center of the ruins, and for the first time in his life, the Alpha-Regent felt the world tilt on its axis.
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