Chapter 18 : The Political Claim (Kael's Public Intimacy)

The council hall was a sea of bared teeth and low growls. Wet fur, ancient dust, and the slow rot of the Thorne legacy clogged the air, thick enough to taste. Every pair of eyes—amber, gold, muddy brown—was locked on me. Or rather, on the silver glow I couldn’t fully suppress no matter how hard I tr...

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