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CHAPTER 24 — "Everything Maren Was"

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last update publish date: 2026-08-26 16:50:32

The storm had shifted into a bitter, freezing sleet by the time we reached the jagged perimeter of the Eastern Ridge.

Before us, rising out of the mist like the rotted ribs of a leviathan, stood the ruins of the Old Citadel. Twenty years ago, this was the holy ground of the ancient line—the sanctuary where my mother, Queen Vivienne Ashborne, had made her last stand. Now, it was a skeletal graveyard of crumbling black granite, overgrown with thorns and choked by a thick, unnatural violet fog tha
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    The storm had shifted into a bitter, freezing sleet by the time we reached the jagged perimeter of the Eastern Ridge.Before us, rising out of the mist like the rotted ribs of a leviathan, stood the ruins of the Old Citadel. Twenty years ago, this was the holy ground of the ancient line—the sanctuary where my mother, Queen Vivienne Ashborne, had made her last stand. Now, it was a skeletal graveyard of crumbling black granite, overgrown with thorns and choked by a thick, unnatural violet fog that hummed with a strange, high-pitched static.The air didn't smell like snow or damp earth anymore. It smelled like copper, ozone, and hot, sterilized glass.Four hundred Northern vanguard warriors held the lower perimeter under Varra's silent command, their black cloaks whipping in the freezing wind, their silver blades drawn and ready. Kade stood at my right shoulder, his massive broadsword resting casually against his iron pauldron, his golden eyes glowing with a terrifying, steady flame thro

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