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Chapter 26: Balance Broken

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The citadel's stars winked out one by one, plunging the Veil into an unnatural twilight, the crystalline spires groaning as fractures spiderwebbed across their surfaces. Autumn's body convulsed in Gale's arms, shadows slithering beneath her skin like veins of midnight ink, the hive's core embedding itself deeper with every heartbeat. Alina's howl echoed within her mind, a desperate cry muffled by the encroaching void, her wolf essence fraying at the edges as the possession took hold. Elara knel
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