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CHAPTER 19: The Preparation
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2026-02-14 19:22:28
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POV: NeomaThe decision to spare a life occupied a measurable space in my gut—dense and unyielding. I sat at the head of the obsidian table in the open-air Judgment Hall. I ran my thumb over the silver wolf pin on my jumpsuit. The metal was cold and abrasive.The sun was at its peak. Heat radiated from the white dust of the ruins, but the air beneath the stone arches remained stagnant and cool."Next," I said.My throat felt dry. I swallowed to clear the constriction.Ishara stepped forward.The former High Commander lacked her golden armor. She wore a dark blue tunic. She did not initiate a kneel.She stood at attention, her helmet tucked under her arm. Her grey eyes tracked mine. My skin prickled—a pass-over of heat and cold."You aided the enemy," Barzil read from the ledger.His voice was a subsonic rumble. I felt the frequency in my chest. It lacked the warmth he usually directed toward me."You commanded the fleet that dropped munitions on the refugee sector.""I did," Ishara co
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The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin CHAPTER 218: The Exile
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