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CROWN OF ASH, BLADE OF BONE

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**Chapter 13: Crown of Ash, Blade of Bone**

The Hollow Court did not speak in plain words.

They whispered truths in riddles, hid power in poetry, and offered crowns not made of gold — but ash, blood, and consequence.

Seraphine stood once more beneath the mirror dome of the High Hall, where her trial had ended just hours before. The twelve thrones of the council shimmered like mirages, each member cloaked in silence, save for the obsidian-eyed woman who had first spoken in her defense.

“You walked the mirrors and did not shatter. You bore the truth and did not break. You banished betrayal, and the Hollow felt it tremble.”

The woman stepped down from the dais and approached Seraphine with slow, reverent steps.

“You are no longer just an heir,” she said. “You are the Hollow-Born Queen.”

Seraphine stiffened. “Queen?”

The council hummed as one.

The woman gestured toward the runed walls. “The title has not been claimed in three hundred years. Not since the last Hollow Queen sealed herself i
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