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Chapter 34: Into The Lion's Den
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2026-05-17 21:00:50The messenger’s words hung in the frigid air like a death sentence. I turned back toward the center of the camp, my boots heavy as if the very earth of the South was trying to pull me under. Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was suffocating. When I finished recounting the messenger’s ultimatum, my father’s face went from deathly pale to a deep, thundering purple.
“It’s a suicide mission, Seraphina!” he roared, slamming his fist onto the stone-topped map table. “The Supreme Councilo
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