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145  The Weight of the Crown

Author: Karima Sa'ad Usman
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-20 20:29:42

Elena’s POV

The clock had already struck past nine when I finally gathered the courage to call Mathias.

The house was quiet, almost unnaturally so. The kind of quiet that settles after a storm, when everything is still dripping, still trembling, still trying to understand what just happened. Even the air hummed with tension, the leftover echo of decisions too large to sit comfortably in one person’s chest.

Mathias picked up on the third ring.

“Elena,” he said, his tone carrying that familiar, weary calm of a man who had witnessed more chaos than any human should. “You’re still awake?”

“I had to speak with you,” I said softly, pacing back and forth near the living room window. The city lights shimmered beyond the glass, indifferent to the weight of the world pressing on my shoulders. “It’s about the plan I came up with,”

A short pause. Then a quiet, knowing chuckle.

“The one Raymond said you’d call me about?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “That one.”

I heard the rustle of papers on his end, the
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