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Chapter 16: The Poisoned Pen

Author: Agatha Power
last update publish date: 2026-07-21 15:29:34

The midday sun had barely dipped behind the jagged peaks when a messenger from the neutral borders arrived at the front gates of the Midnight Packhouse. He bore a single, crisp parchment sealed with the crest of the Ironwood Pack—a howling wolf entangled in thorns. It was addressed directly to Lady Victoria, the only daughter Silas had ever acknowledged to the world, and the name Torin believed belonged to the fragile girl currently shivering in the southern tower.

The letter never reached her
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