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CHAPTER 49: THE BREAKOUT

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Moving with a precise focus, Elena took a long strip of thick black wool fabric and wrapped it securely around her torso, binding the newborn heir tightly against her chest. She pulled her heavy winter cloak over them both, ensuring her shadow completely masked the child's glowing aura.

Hold your breath, little star, she thought fiercely, her mind sending a wave of protective heat through the bond to soothe the baby. We are running out of time.

Elena walked toward the heavy double doors. Sh
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