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Chapter 174: The Architect’s Final Stroke

Author: G.V.STELLARIS
last update publish date: 2026-04-14 12:20:22

POV DARLENE

The air in the Deep North didn't just bite; it judged. As we descended from the Frost-Pass, leaving the broken silver armor of the High Council behind to be buried by the rising blizzard, the geography began to shift from jagged granite to the suffocating, ancient majesty of the Heartwood. These were the woods that had existed before the First Square, before the West had even dreamed of maps. The trees here were not mere timber; they were the Sentinels of the First Luna, their trunk
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