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Chapter 88: The Divided Spoils

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Elara’s POV:

Silas was no longer the King of the Mountain. He was a heap of broken pride and blood-stained silk, dragging behind us as Rhys hauled him toward the Great Balcony. The man who had once commanded thousands was now reduced to incoherent groans, his face a swollen mask of bruises.

As we stepped out onto the stone platform overlooking the inner courtyard, the sheer scale of the massacre hit me. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and iron. Below, the courtyard was a sea of silver
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