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Chapter 48: The Sovereign binder

Author: Queen H.I
last update publish date: 2026-09-19 16:24:42

The mountain air cut through the lower court like jagged glass as the heavy iron gates of the Silver Fang fortress groaned against the gale. Outside, the night sky was torn in two: above the keep, the full moon hung clear and blindingly silver, but to the east over the Black Ridge, the horizon burned with the sickly crimson glow of three hundred war flares.

​The Iron Covenant had arrived.

​Selene stood atop the outer rampart, her boots planted firmly on the frost-covered stone. Beside her, Ka
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