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CHAPTER 8: THE PRICE OF SILENCE

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 13:32:18
ELENA’S POV

The high council elders rushed forward, their velvet robes sweeping against the marble floor. Weapons clattered as royal guards drew their silver-tipped blades, forming a frantic semicircle around us. But nobody dared to strike. One wrong move, and the shadow tendril around Kaelen’s throat would snap his neck like a dry twig.

"Release him, rogue!" Elder Thaddeus bellowed, his voice shaking with age and indignation. He raised his golden staff of office, pointing it directly at my
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