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Chapter 35: The Peace That Kills
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2026-05-18 20:00:36I stood rooted to the cold marble floor, my breath catching in my throat, constricted by invisible talons. Looking at Aunt Elara was like looking into a distorted mirror of my mother’s soul — shattered and glued back together with filth. Her black eyes, devoid of any light or recognition, seemed to swallow the flickering torchlight. My blood didn’t just run cold; it felt like it had turned to slush in my veins.
The Supreme Councilor took a slow, languid step toward her, his pristine whit
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