Chapter 231 The Witch and The Funeral

The next day,

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The crystal spires of the Dominion's central plaza sang.

Not with joy. Not with the bright, brassy fanfare that had accompanied Lumira Duskbane's coronation six months ago. This was a deeper frequency, a vibration that resonated in the marrow rather than the ear...

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