Chapter 64 CHAPTER 64: THE CROWNFALL FILES

The air in the expanded command bunker hung thick with the scent of damp earth, scorched wiring, and the faint metallic edge of fresh blood from bandaged wounds. I leaned over Nyra’s workstation—a scavenged server rack humming on backup generators—my palms flat against the cool metal frame. The Varn...

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