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Chapter 33:Echoes of the Storm

Author: YURI TATE
last update publish date: 2026-01-13 04:24:54

Obsidian Crown Citadel

Rico’s Private Chambers

Elara’s POV

The blue fire had burned low, leaving the room in a soft, intimate half light. I sat up slowly legs tangled in the black furs heart still racing from the vision, from the warning I’d sent across the miles. My hands trembled. My cheeks were wet. The silk robe had slipped off one shoulder, but I didn’t care.I could still feel Flame’s warmth her tiny heartbeat like an echo in my chest.The citadel voices were louder now not frantic, but ur
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