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Chapter 87: The Kraken's Shadow

Autor: Drea Drayne
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-22 05:50:51

The war room in Blackwater Port was not a room of polished stone and ancient maps, but the Admiral's private cabin aboard his flagship, *The Sea Serpent*. The air was thick with the scent of tar, salt, and the faint, sweet smell of the rum Thorne poured into two heavy pewter mugs. The ship rocked gently at its moorings, a constant, reassuring reminder of the power that slept at their fingertips.

"A granary," Thorne said, his voice a low, thoughtful rumble as he stared at the rough map Kaelen ha
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