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Chapter 215 - The Traitor's Son

Author: Kristy Pearson
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-31 07:58:10

(Apollo)

The war council chamber held its breath in basalt and iron. It was the kind of room that never truly slept, even when empty, because the mountain beneath it remembered every order ever spoken here and kept them like a hoard.

Heat did not simply exist here; it endured, caught in the stone like a sentence that refused to end. The braziers cast their low, unwavering light across the vaults, ribs of fire tracing the ceiling, while the air itself tasted of scorched metal and resin, old
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