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CHAPTER 50 – The First Confrontation

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Lyra didn’t return to her cabin immediately after leaving the archive.

The weight of what she had seen sat heavy in her chest, pressing against her ribs like a stone. Morrigan’s handwriting in the margins of patrol reports wasn’t a rumor anymore. It wasn’t suspicion.

It was proof.

But proof alone didn’t guarantee safety.

In Silvercrest, truth could be buried as easily as bones.

Lyra moved through the dim corridors near the council hall, keeping to the shadows. Torches flickered against stone, t
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  • Moonbound Hearts   CHAPTER 50 – The First Confrontation

    Lyra didn’t return to her cabin immediately after leaving the archive.The weight of what she had seen sat heavy in her chest, pressing against her ribs like a stone. Morrigan’s handwriting in the margins of patrol reports wasn’t a rumor anymore. It wasn’t suspicion.It was proof.But proof alone didn’t guarantee safety.In Silvercrest, truth could be buried as easily as bones.Lyra moved through the dim corridors near the council hall, keeping to the shadows. Torches flickered against stone, their flames low, as if even fire feared drawing attention.She could still hear Tobias’s warning in her mind.They will ruin you if you reveal the wrong name.Lyra didn’t intend to expose anything yet.Not openly.Not until she understood how deep the rot went.She reached the smaller council office wing, where assistants and recordkeepers worked during daylight. Most wolves were asleep now, but Lyra knew one of them stayed late to organize scrolls.Elder Assistant Corvin.A thin, sharp-eyed wol

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