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Chapter 178: Full Circle

Author: Kim castro
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I arranged access through the alliance protocols.

It took two days of correspondence with the Blackwood pack's administrative council, careful and formal and entirely professional, the kind of request that could have been refused on procedural grounds if anyone had wanted to make it difficult. No one did. The response came back within forty-eight hours, approved, with a note from Alexander's personal secretary that said simply: The hall will be available Thursday morning. We will ensure privacy
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    I arranged access through the alliance protocols.It took two days of correspondence with the Blackwood pack's administrative council, careful and formal and entirely professional, the kind of request that could have been refused on procedural grounds if anyone had wanted to make it difficult. No one did. The response came back within forty-eight hours, approved, with a note from Alexander's personal secretary that said simply: The hall will be available Thursday morning. We will ensure privacy.I went alone.Not because Ethan couldn't come, he had offered twice, and both times I had said no with the specific gentleness of someone who understood the offer was genuinely given and equally understood that accepting it would have changed what the visit was for. This was not a thing I needed to be accompanied through. It was a thing I needed to do in the specific silence of my own presence, with nothing between me and the room except the distance I had covered since the last time I stood i

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