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Chapter 104: The Echo in the Stone

Author: Drea Drayne
last update publish date: 2026-06-28 04:06:59

The night fell, not with a gentle twilight, but with a sudden, unnatural snap, as if a blanket had been thrown over the world. The Ashen Paw's chant, which had been a low, constant hum throughout the day, did not cease. It deepened, a slow, rhythmic drone that seemed to vibrate in the very stones of the Grey Keep, a psychic assault that was meant to erode the will of the defenders.

Kaelen stood on the ramparts, his cloak whipping in the biting wind, his gaze fixed on the enemy camp. The bond wi
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