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Chapter 22. Turmoil in the House of Moyes

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"Someone who can give you a future, or take what's left of your past. The choice is yours, Deputy Regent."

With that sentence left hanging in the air—both a promise and a threat—Rayden rose from his seat.

He did not wait for an answer.

With a brief, sharp nod of feigned respect, he turned and strode out of the tea pavilion, leaving the deputy regent alone in a silence that was now deafening. Kara remained frozen in her wheelchair, her trembling hands still gripping its arms. The offer, the diagnosis, her own unanswered question—it all spun in her mind like a vortex. For the first time in years, an impossible flicker of hope had infiltrated her frozen heart, but that hope came with a price she might not be able to pay. The mysterious man had given her a key, but that key might only unlock one cage to trap her in another.

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While a deceptive tranquility settled over the teahouse on the city's outskirts, the heart of Malora's power, the Moyes Family Residence, was in the throes of a st
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