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Chapter 92: Riven’s Decision
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2026-07-15 08:44:26
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Blood of the forgotten moon Chapter 92: Riven’s Decision
“Conference room,” I said into the channel. “Everyone. Now.”They assembled in four minutes.Hazel from the east wing, moving with the unhurried quickness that was her specific version of urgency. Maren from her recovery room, steadier on her feet than she had been a week ago, the sacrifice bond’s release visible in her bearing by the day. Oryn from the monitoring station, bringing the full intelligence picture with him, the maps and the border readings and the forty-eight hours of documented positioning that we had been accumulating since the isolation architecture appeared.Sable from the east garden, where I had felt her through the anchor bond since before dawn, standing, present, entirely herself.I looked at them around the table.“He’s at the eastern border,” I said. “Alone. He’s asking to speak to Sable directly. We have approximately the time it takes us to make this decision before the fact of his presence at the border becomes information that travels beyond our walls in wa
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