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Fractured Bonds
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2025-11-13 16:01:58The city was quieter than it had been in months, but silence never felt quite right to Nora anymore. Even as she walked through the familiar streets of Viremont, the emptiness pressed against her ears, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The battles were over, the Crown’s influence diminished, and yet she couldn’t shake the weight of everything she had lost or everything that had changed within her.
Her footsteps echoed against the cracked pavement of Grafton Alley, the remnants of destruction still visible everywhere she looked. Broken windows, scorch marks, and graffiti scarred the walls. But now, for the first time, there were signs of life returning. A child chased a stray dog down the alley, laughing. A vendor carefully replaced crates that had been toppled during the chaos. The city was patching itself together, brick by brick, like she had learned to do with herself.Nora paused near a collapsed wall, leaning against the cold stone. The pendant be
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The city of Viremont had begun to settle into a fragile rhythm, the quiet hum of life returning to streets that had been ravaged by turmoil for so long. Buildings that had been scarred by conflict now bore the marks of restoration, walls patched, streets cleaned, windows replaced. But beneath the surface of this recovery, shadows lingered. Not the kind cast by buildings or lamplight, but the ones born of memory and magic.Nora stood at the edge of the riverwalk, where the moonlight danced off the water like silver flames. It had been weeks since the final battle had ended, since Evelyn’s presence had been banished and the Crown’s direct influence neutralized. Yet, every now and then, she felt it, a subtle pull, a whisper in the back of her mind, a reminder of the chaos that had nearly consumed her world.She traced the edge of the pendant she now carried in her pocket, the one from her father’s chest, feeling its faint warmth. It had become more than a relic; it wa
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The morning mist lingered over Viremont like a veil, softening the jagged edges of the city as Nora made her way toward the outskirts. The streets were quiet, unusually so, the hum of life reduced to distant echoes. Today was not about the city, nor the fragile peace she had fought to preserve. Today was about her past, threads she had left tangled for far too long.She arrived at an old warehouse that had been abandoned for decades, its brickwork faded and streaked with moss. Kael followed silently, ever the shadow at her side. The warehouse had been a nexus in the early days of the Silver Ash Pack, a place of secrets, betrayals, and beginnings. It was where she had first confronted the truths about her lineage, and it was where answers she had sought for years could still be found.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kael asked, his voice low, cautious. “Once we step inside, there’s no turning back. Whatever you uncover may not be what you want to see.”
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