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Chapter 82: A Seat at the Table

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-08 21:06:59

(ELARA’S POV)

The question was polite—almost pleasant—and it made something deep inside my chest tighten.

“No,” I said, keeping my tone perfectly level “You aren’t.”

Farina’s smile widened slightly. “Good.”

She walked toward the head of the long table without a second of hesitation. There was no trace of nervousness in her stride, no sign that she felt in any way unwelcome. Stopping a few feet from where I sat, she let her eyes wander casually across the gathered Lunas.

“I apologize for ar
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