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Chapter 81

DamonOutside, the courtyard stirred with the usual sounds—guards drilling, candidates murmuring in clipped, polite tones. But in my office, the silence pressed in on me like fog, heavy and muffling. The only sound was the sharp scratch of my pen against parchment as I signed off on trial amendments
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Chapter 82

She never existed at all.The longer I stared at the folder, the more I wanted to tear it apart and pretend I’d never seen it. But that would make me a fool three times over.The fire in the hearth crackled faintly now—Ronan must’ve relit it on his way out. But the warmth didn’t reach me. In this mo
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Chapter 83

LilaMy mother lay still beneath thick blankets, her breath shallow but steady now. The sharp rise and fall of panic from two days ago had eased into something fragile, but survivable. Her cheeks held a faint flush again, and the dark hollows beneath her eyes had softened slightly.It should have be
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Chapter 84

LilaThe palace looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same.I stepped through the east entrance just after dawn, my boots silent on the polished stone. The hall was empty, save for a pair of guards posted at the end of the corridor. One of them blinked in surprise when he saw me but said nothing,
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Chapter 85

LilaThe sun filtered through the slats of the carriage window, turning the cobbled road outside into gold-dappled ribbons. An official break from palace walls, a sanctioned “cultural immersion” outing for the Luna candidates.The irony was that most of us spent the ride rehearsing how not to look o
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Chapter 86

The man reached us in a few long strides, all easy confidence and noble polish. He was handsome, I’d give him that—classic profile, wind-swept dark hair, eyes the color of expensive tea. Polished. Disarming.“Lady Elena,” he said first, bowing with an easy grace that struck a sour chord in my gut. “
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