Chapter 90 The Morning of the New Age

The silence was the first thing I felt—not the hollow, suffocating "Silence" of my father’s hex, but a heavy, velvet quiet that tasted of ozone and spent adrenaline. The Great Hall was a ruin, the manor was a shell, but this room—this bed—was the only world that mattered now.

I lay in the center of...

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