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Chapter 148 — What Is Owed

Author: Angelina
last update publish date: 2026-03-03 08:15:02

Damon

The evening settles slowly.

The light gradually softened, the sky changed from blue to bruised violet and the estate eased into a softer rhythm. Not the kind that makes an announcement with ceremony or stress. Just the natural transition from day to night. The kind of transition that ought to soothe me.

It does not.

My mind has been running through scenarios all afternoon. Running through possibilities. Running through the implications of what it means when a Mage delivers a message
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