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Chapter 23: The Human Variable
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2026-03-06 09:00:00Amara’s POV
The aftermath of Adrian’s "scorched earth" policy had turned the Wolfe mansion into a silent, gilded cathedral. The staff moved like ghosts—not out of their former disdain, but out of a sudden, paralyzing fear. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked through the halls, waiting for the "New Queen" to strike, to fire, to demand the impossible.
It was exhausting. I didn't want a kingdom of terrified subjects; I wanted a ho
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