Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen: The Kiss Of Flame

The summons came at dusk.

A robed attendant arrived without a word, bowing low before handing her a folded strip of obsidian parchment. The script shimmered in ember-red ink—formal, elegant, and unyielding:

You are commanded to present yourself at the Hall of Flame.

Sera stared at it too long. The H...

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