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Chapter 132: Fault lines of the Forgotten

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The wind bit against our skin as we emerged from the ruins, the ground behind us still humming with aftershock. Maxwell and I stood at the ridge above the broken conduit, staring into the plume of light that hadn’t faded. It shimmered like a wound in the land, refusing to close.

“She didn’t lie,” I said, voice low, even. “She manipulated, yes. But she didn’t lie.”

Maxwell looked at me, his jaw tight. “Do you believe what she said? That the seal is more than just a barrier? That it held back something from beyond this world?”

I didn’t answer right away. My mind was still spinning, layering everything I’d ever been taught against what I had just heard. The seal had always been presented to me as a shield—a sacred pact designed to contain ancient forces. It wasn’t supposed to be a door. But if what Liora said was true, then it was never just about protection. It was about containment on a far more cosmic scale.

“She said it would come as a promise,” I murmured. “And that I’d have to choo
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