Chapter 70 BLOOD AND SILVER IN THE VAULT

The heavy iron door of the forgotten subterranean vault swung shut with a muffled, dull thud, sealing the freezing drafts of the upper academy corridors behind us. Down here, beneath the foundations of Moonfang, the air smelled of damp earth, centuries-old dust, and cold granite.

Mara set two oil l...

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