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Chapter 77

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Lana’s POV

We carried the amplifier in pieces and a sense of precarious victory. The tide had taken the keepers long ago, but tonight, the sea’s witness felt like blessing. We’d closed a chapter others had written and opened the chance for a new page — one where the Red Moon lineage might be guided by truth rather than a hidden hand.

Kael squeezed my fingers as we climbed the wet stones. “We keep going,” he said.

“We do,” I agreed.

The road away from the beacon was quiet as if the sea had taken
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