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I push myself off the cracked stone. My broken ribs grind together with a sharp, sickening crack. My right shoulder is numb, slick with my own blood from the torn sutures. I force myself to stand anyway.The ancient enemy's shell is gone, reduced to a pile of wet ash washing away in the rain, but the threat isn't dead.The shrieking shadow hovers over the jagged chasm. It is desperate to sink back into the earth, fleeing the light. It needs the open rift. It needs the blood tethers feeding the chasm to keep the passage wide enough to slip through and survive.I look at Evan. He is already on his feet near the tree line. His rifle is raised, his tactical vest covered in gray sludge from the courtyard floor."The anchors," I tell him. I point toward the bodies of the mercenaries stationed around the perimeter of the ruins. The blood ritual is still active, pulsing softly against the cracked stone, sustaining the open rift. "Break the circles. Cut the tethers."Evan nods. He shouts a com

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I look down at the woman who orchestrated my nightmare. The storm washes the ash from her face, revealing the deep, bruised lines around her eyes. Without the dark entity using her as a vessel, she is just a broken mercenary bleeding out in the ruins of the Blackwood estate. She looks frail. Her tactical gear is shredded, soaked in mud and her own blood.Her hand rests inches from my boot. She does not try to grab me. She does not try to cast a final spell."Jaslyn," she whispers again."I am here," I say. My voice is quiet over the howling wind.Vanessa coughs. A thin line of dark blood spills over her chin. She forces her eyes to focus on me. "I found the ancient texts," she rasps, each word costing her effort. "I translated them. I saw the truth about the White Moon bloodline when the elder council refused to look. They thought you were a myth. They thought Elora was a fluke. They were fools. I knew exactly what you were."She shifts her head, grimacing as the broken stones press i

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There is no time to drive her back to the fortress. The roads are washed out, the storm is blinding, and she is barely conscious. I sweep her off her feet, lifting her against my chest, and sprint toward the tree line."Evan!" I shout.He spins around, instantly reading the panic in my posture."Secure a perimeter around the lead transport!" I order, moving fast over the cracked stone. "No one gets within fifty yards. Radio Dr. Thorne. Tell him to get up here immediately."Evan nods, raising his rifle. He barks rapid commands at the surviving guards, shifting them from a defensive line into an impenetrable circle around the armored vehicles. They face outward into the dark forest, weapons drawn, turning the vehicles into a fortress.I reach the lead transport. I kick the side hatch open and slide Jaslyn onto the wide leather bench in the back. The cabin is cramped and smells of ozone and wet tactical gear, but it is dry. I strip off my ruined vest and throw it aside, kneeling on the m

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213 - END OF THE CURSE

214 - LAST WORDS

215 - HEIRS ARE BORN