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Chapter 48: The Decision to Return

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The council chamber was silent after the messenger's words.

They're coming. Within days.

The weight of those words pressed down on everyone in the room. Elara sat frozen, her hand pressed to her heart, feeling it pound against her ribs. The young messenger's face was still pale, his hands still trembling. He had risked everything to bring them this warning.

Beside her, Caleb was already on his feet, his warrior's mind racing through strategies and defenses. His eyes scanned the map on the table
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