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Chapter 42: Shadows at the Table
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2026-01-11 09:01:03The High Solarium had once been the pride of the Blackwood Keep, a glass-domed chamber that offered a panoramic view of the Silver Peaks. Now, the glass was cracked, the stars above obscured by a permanent, violet haze. A single long table of dark mahogany sat in the center of the room, lit by a dozen tall, black candles that flickered in the draft.
Silas stood by the window, his back to the door. He was dressed in the formal regalia of an Alpha—a dark velvet tunic trimmed with silver wolf-fur—but the clothes hung loosely on his frame. The gold-and-sapphire glow of his skin was subdued, a low-frequency hum that seemed to sync with the mourning of the mountain.The doors opened, and Lyra stepped in.She wore a gown of midnight silk that flowed around her like liquid smoke. The black veil obscured her face, making her look like a statue of grief. She didn't announce her presence; the temperature in the room simply dropped, a phantom frost creeping across the
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