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Chapter 35: The Cold Divide

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Aurelia’s POV

The silence between us stretched long and thin, brittle enough to snap under the slightest pressure.

My father’s handwriting burned against my fingers through the thin cream parchment. Do not trust Thorne. The words seemed to pulse on the paper, screaming across the years, written by a man who had loved me more than life itself, a man who had spent his final days watching his empire erode from within.

Thorne took a slow step toward me, his grey eyes narrowing as he tracked the sud
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