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Chapter 126 – What Endures

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The river did not rise or fall after Corven left.

That unsettled Lena more than any outburst would have.

She stood on the platform long after the delegations dispersed, long after Selene’s envoys returned to their boat, long after the observers drifted away with their conclusions half-formed and heavy. The planks were damp beneath her boots, the smell of wet wood and river iron lingering in the air. This was what followed confrontation when it did not explode—space. Uncomfortable, uncertain spa
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