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CHAPTER 22: HIGH-STAKES CHESS

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 15:34:19

The Great Hall of Silver Ridge felt like a tomb wrapped in gold. The air was dead, cold, and heavy with the suffocating scent of roasted meat, split wine, and pack tension. Above the long oak table, twelve massive iron chandeliers held thick tallow candles that flickered violently every time the mountain wind rattled the high stone casements. Dozens of Silver Ridge vanguard guards stood like statues along the granite walls, their hands resting flat against the hilts of their unsheathed iron br
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