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Chapter 430 The Fire at the Gate

作者: Judith GW
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-20 11:54:29

Scarlett

They’re all staring at me. No one says anything, not at first, but I can feel the weight of their gazes pressing down like iron.

My skin tingles with it. With the heat I haven’t fully let go of since stepping out of the shrine. Since the Ashkeeper’s voice branded itself into the marrow of my bones.

I look at Erik last. He looks exhausted.

Not in the way people get after a bad night’s sleep, but in the way people look when they’re afraid of what they’ll see if they really start looking too closely.

“I need to speak,” I say, my voice steady. “No interruptions until I’m done. Please.”

My mom, sitting near the hearth, nods once.

Aunt Cerelia watches me like she’s trying to divine meaning from the lines on my face. Signe folds her arms but says nothing. Dad leans back in his chair, quiet and alert. Uncle Soren flanks him like a silent pillar.

Erik’s jaw tightens. But he doesn’t object.

I take a breath and say what needs to be said.

“The Ashkeeper came to me.”

Cerelia stiffens.

“In
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