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CHAPTER 113

Author: ANNA COLLINS
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1: The Path of Flame

The wind that once howled with ice now whispered with embers. I could feel it in my blood a shift, a heat coiling beneath my skin like a long slumbering beast waking to life. The Spiral had shown me truths, and they were no longer burdens. They were weapons.

We left the Frostbound Citadel in silence, Varyn’s parting gaze heavy with unspoken warnings. The Keeper of the Cold Flame had served his purpose. Now the fire led the way.

As we descended into the valley below the northern peaks, the snow gave way to steam. The ground beneath our horses’ hooves sizzled faintly, and the distant sky shimmered like it was aflame. This land this ancient corridor of elemental power was alive.

And it was waiting for us.

Rafael rode close but did not speak. I could feel the questions in him, the concern. But I had no words to soothe them, not yet. I wasn’t the same woman who had stood trembling in court weeks ago. The Spiral had burned away my fear.

But something darker stirred
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