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Chapter 166 - Unraveling Truth

Author: Kristy Pearson
last update publish date: 2026-02-22 21:33:55

(Caelum Ashoborne)

Caelum did not move when the throne hummed.

He felt it first through his bones—not the sound itself, but the shift beneath it. A deep, ancient vibration that rippled up through the stone floor and into his boots, through his legs, into his spine. The mountain did not wake. It listened. The hum carried a pressure more than a note, but a bell struck underwater. It entered him at the teeth first, set his molars on edge, then sank into the hollow places behind his ribs where f
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