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Chapter 87

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Morwenna's POV

Flames danced behind my eyelids before I even opened them. Elira’s scream echoed in my skull, a sound so sharp it cleaved through sleep, though she had long since fallen silent. I sat up in the silken bedchamber Leofric insisted I use, but no softness could ease the dread clawing at my chest. Soot and jasmine clung to my skin—scents from the dream or a memory not yet lived.

She had called me “mother.” Not once. Not as a slip. She meant it—with fear. With finality. As though the world had ended and I had been the one to end it.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stared into the obsidian mirror across the room. My face looked different. Not tired. Altered. My eyes were deeper somehow, as if what I’d seen in that dream had carved something out of me and left something else behind.

Somewhere down the hallway, the palace was already awake. I didn’t need to hear the whispers or footfalls to know—its tension had a heartbeat of its own. The nobles pretending not to pa
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