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Author: M. F.
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CHAPTER FORTY

The Silvyn Seal

Cold.

The first sensation that pierced through wine-hazed consciousness was cold—not the pleasant coolness of morning air, but the devastating absence of warmth that should have been there, that had been there when he'd fallen asleep with her wrapped in his arms like something precious finally claimed.

Elaric's eyes opened to emptiness.

The bed beside him lay vacant, sheets still bearing the impression of her body but long gone cold, shadow magic reaching automatically for presence that no longer existed. No warmth, no breathing that wasn't his own, no gentle stirring of chaos magic that had become as familiar as his own heartbeat.

Gone.

The word hit him like physical blow, like void-enhanced weapon cutting through defenses he hadn't known he'd lowered. She was gone. Not in the washroom, not on the balcony, not somewhere within reach—gone with completeness that made the chamber feel like tomb.

Gone, and the bed is cold. How long has she been gone? How lon
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    CHAPTER FORTYThe Silvyn SealCold.The first sensation that pierced through wine-hazed consciousness was cold—not the pleasant coolness of morning air, but the devastating absence of warmth that should have been there, that had been there when he'd fallen asleep with her wrapped in his arms like something precious finally claimed.Elaric's eyes opened to emptiness.The bed beside him lay vacant, sheets still bearing the impression of her body but long gone cold, shadow magic reaching automatically for presence that no longer existed. No warmth, no breathing that wasn't his own, no gentle stirring of chaos magic that had become as familiar as his own heartbeat.Gone.The word hit him like physical blow, like void-enhanced weapon cutting through defenses he hadn't known he'd lowered. She was gone. Not in the washroom, not on the balcony, not somewhere within reach—gone with completeness that made the chamber feel like tomb.Gone, and the bed is cold. How long has she been gone? How lon

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