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Chapter 115: The Thing That Was Left Behind
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2026-04-21 09:00:33The silence after the fracture was wrong.
Not peaceful.
Not empty.Waiting.
Kiera stood at the center of the clearing where the island had split itself open—where roots as thick as buildings curled out of the earth like exposed veins. The air still shimmered with the echo of power, her power, the kind that didn’t fade so much as sink inward and coil.
Ronan remained half‑shifted beside her, body tense, eyes scan
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