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Chapter 43: The Shadow Key

Author: Sarah Jenkins
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 02:00:09

Elowen’s POV

The private elevator rose in a heavy, pressurized silence, carrying the two of us away from the quiet ruins of the 90th-floor boardroom.

The mirrored steel walls of the cabin reflected the stark contrast between us. I stood with my spine a rigid line of composure, the structured wool of my slate-gray blazer tight across my chest, the heavy platinum band on my left hand catching the cold halogen light. Beside me, Killian stood like a dark monolith, his midnight-black suit cut with a
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