Chapter 47 When Shadows Learn to Walk

The night drags on.

Too slow to bring peace.

Too fast to calm the nerves of anyone still awake in Blackthorn.

Cael, restless, stands near the library window, listening to the distant hum of Ardan’s fading presence.

Lucien sits on a table, tapping his fingers against the wood, wings drooping in ir...

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