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CHAPTER 129: THE CHOSEN CO-SOVEREIGN
Data de publicação:
2026-05-05 19:59:04ISLA'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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