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CHAPTER 75
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Selene dreamed of chains breaking.Not snapping—not shattering in violence—but loosening, link by ancient link, with the slow inevitability of time finally claiming its due. In the dream, the sound was almost gentle: metal sighing as it released a burden it had grown tired of holding.The chains were old.Older than kingdoms. Older than the words used to justify them.They were etched with vows spoken by mouths long turned to dust, vows meant to bind not flesh, but will. And one by one, those vows failed—not because they were attacked, but because no one remained who truly believed in them.Selene woke with that sound still echoing in her bones.The ravine was cold.Ash clung to the black stone walls, carried by a wind that smelled faintly of sulfur and old rain. It coated her lashes, her hair, her tongue—evidence of a place where the world had once been torn open and then stitched back together badly, leaving scars that still wept power.Above her, the sky was pale and washed-out, as
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No one slept.The palace moved in low, controlled urgency—footsteps softened by enchantment, voices kept hushed even behind sealed doors, magic woven carefully as if even sound might draw attention. Wards were reinforced three times over before dawn, each layer tuned differently, overlapping like interlocked shields—defensive, deceptive, suppressive.Still, the hum beneath the stone never stopped.It lived in the walls.In the foundations.In the marrow of the city itself.The earth remembered.It remembered weight.It remembered chains.It remembered what had been buried and why.And it remembered who had sworn never to let it rise again.Liora felt it most when she tried to be still.Motion helped walking, speaking, issuing orders, but the moment she stopped, the sensation pressed in on her ribs, heavy and intimate, like a presence leaning close enough to whisper. She stood at the tall window of Silver’s chamber, arms wrapped around herself, watching the pale line of dawn creep over
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The western cliffs burned.Not with fire but with memory.Ancient sigils carved into the rock face blazed awake in slow, deliberate sequence, each line of power illuminating as though responding to a command older than language. The stone groaned as if waking from a long, resentful sleep, fractures glowing briefly before sealing themselves again. This was not destruction. It was recall.The glow spread downward, threading through the cliff like veins beneath skin, reaching deep into the earth where light had not touched in centuries. Whatever lay beneath the cliffs had not been disturbed by time.It had been waiting.Liora stood at the edge of the observation balcony, fingers curled tightly around the cold stone railing. The wind off the western ridge carried a low vibration—not a sound exactly, but a pressure that settled behind her eyes and against her ribs. Her heart hammered so violently she feared it might give her away, as though the cliffs themselves could sense fear.Below her
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The first sign was silence.Not the natural quiet of night settling over a tired city, but the wrong kind—the absence of expected noise. No late tavern laughter drifting up the streets. No clatter of carts returning home. No distant arguments bleeding through thin walls. Even the guards’ boots along the outer walls sounded muted, swallowed by stone and fog, as if the city itself were afraid to make a sound.It was the kind of quiet that came before something broke.Draven felt it long before anyone spoke of it.He stood at the eastern watchtower, one hand resting on the cold stone parapet, eyes fixed on the dark horizon beyond the city walls. His wolf paced beneath his skin, restless, hackles raised, senses stretched thin. The wind carried too little—no rot, no fire, no living movement. No birds stirred in the trees. No insects sang. Only the faint, metallic tang of disturbed magic clung to the air, sharp enough to scrape the inside of his lungs when he breathed.Predators knew this s
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The city did not wake all at once.It stirred.Slowly. Uneasily. Like a wounded animal testing whether it was safe to move again.Morning bells rang later than usual, their tones uneven as if the metal itself hesitated. Merchants opened shutters a fraction at a time, peering out as though expecting the streets themselves to bite back. Citizens gathered in small knots at street corners, voices low, heads inclined toward one another, eyes lifting again and again toward the palace that loomed above them—scarred now, visibly altered, its towers blackened in places, its banners hanging limp and torn.It was no longer untouchable.Rumors moved faster than truth ever could, slipping through alleys and doorways, reshaping themselves with every retelling.Selene fled.Selene defeated.The Alpha returned.The Luna broke the chains.The childThat last one was never finished aloud.The words died in throats, swallowed by instinctive fear. Some things were not meant to be named yet.Liora felt th
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Power never vanished.It lingered.It clung to the council chamber long after the bows were given and the murmured vows of loyalty faded into stone and dust. The air itself felt altered, heavier somehow, as though the walls remembered what had been unleashed within them. Hairline fractures still traced the marble floor, subtle reminders that authority had been taken, not granted.The kingdom had not rejected Selene.It had survived her.And survival bred questions far more dangerous than rebellion ever could.Liora felt it the moment she stepped beyond the chamber doors.Not hostility.Not devotion.Calculation.Eyes followed her, some open, some hidden behind lowered lashes. Whispers slid through the corridors like cautious smoke, not loud enough to challenge, not quiet enough to dismiss. Names were weighed. Alliances reconsidered. Futures quietly rearranged.She did not turn.She was already learning the first, cruel lesson of rule: reacting gave others power. Listening took it away
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