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CHAPTER 129: THE CHOSEN CO-SOVEREIGN

作者: Kene Smart
last update 公開日: 2026-05-05 19:59:04

ISLA'S POV

January 28, 2026. 8:07 PM.

The wind on Morrison Ridge has teeth, stripping the heat from my skin the second I step away from the fire.

Below us, the Atlantic is a black void, crashing against the rocks with a rhythm I can feel in the soles of my boots. We built the fire from driftwood and pine kindling scrounged from the tree line. The flames snap and twist,

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