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Chapter 41

Author: Raven writer
last update publish date: 2026-06-21 23:19:44

Molly’s POV

The name 'Elder Crowe' didn't just sit in my mind; it settled there like a heavy, suffocating fog. For years, I had viewed the Elder as a pillar of stability, a venerable sage whose presence provided a sense of continuity in a world that often felt like it was shifting beneath my feet.

He was the conscience of the Silver Moon, the man who ensured that the ancient laws were upheld and that the hierarchy remained unshakeable. But now, through the lens of my father’s torn letter, that
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    Molly’s POVThe silence of my bedroom was no longer a sanctuary; it was a tomb. I sat on the edge of my bed, the torn parchment feeling like a piece of jagged glass against my palms. The missing half of the letter felt like a missing limb, a phantom ache that throbbed in time with the frantic beating of my heart. My father’s warning that the most dangerous lies are the ones told with the most beautiful faces reverberated in my mind, turning every memory of the Silver Moon into something suspicious, something tainted.Who had been in the room when he wrote this? Who had seen the ink still wet on the page and decided that the truth was too dangerous to be left whole?I couldn't sit there and wait for the shadows to swallow me. I needed answers, and the only person who held a thread to the past was the girl who had appeared like a ghost in my lecture hall. Without thinking, without a plan, I grabbed my shawl and slipped out of my room. I didn't care if Silas saw me, or if the servants w

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