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Chapter 121: Truth Unburied

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[EMRYS]

The archived report sat on my desk like an accusation.

I'd read it four times now—documented evidence blaming Bastian for wiping out a coven practicing forbidden magic nineteen years ago. Clinical language describing elimination of dark practitioners who'd threatened pack territories.

Every word felt wrong.

I'd known Kael's father. Served under him for three years before his death. Bastian had been fair, measured, careful about collateral damage. The kind of Alpha who chose negotiation
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