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Chapter 157 - Conflicting Choices

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(Caelum Ashborne)

The pit still smouldered when Apollo turned from Adelaide, heat clinging to the stone like a memory that refused to die.

The cavern still held the shape of violence like a mouth remembering a bite. Heat lingered in invisible sheets, rolling up from the obsidian in slow exhalations, and the wards along the rim whispered as they relaxed, their light softening from fever-bright to a watchful ember. Somewhere high above, dust drifted down in slow spirals, shaken loose by impact,
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    (Adelaide)That last part landed heavy between them. Cael felt it in his gut. Adelaide saw it in the brief tightening of his jaw before he answered. “They know enough to understand you matter,” he said. Not a lie. Not the truth she asked for. She pulled her hand from his. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the one that matters right now.” They moved again, the path narrowing between two closely grown trunks whose surfaces twisted toward one another like something mid-motion that had been frozen and left to harden that way. “No,” she said, stepping over another root, her voice still controlled but tightening at the edges. “What matters is whether I’m walking toward allies… or something that’s going to see me as a threat the moment I arrive.” “You won’t be a threat.” “How do you know?” “Because I’ll be there.” The answer came too easily. Too quickly. Her eyes flicked to him, narrowing. “That’s not what I asked.” They walked in silence for a few more steps, the fore

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