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Chapter 31

Author: Raven writer
last update publish date: 2026-06-17 20:24:30

Molly’s POV

The days following the seasonal gathering felt like walking through a dream or perhaps a fever. The vibrant colors of the manor, the polite smiles of the servants, the heavy, opulent scent of jasmine and expensive wax; it all felt thin, like a painted backdrop that might tear if one leaned too hard against it.

My mind was no longer in the present. It was trapped in the archives, in the dusty, forgotten corners of the Silver Moon’s history, and in the piercing, silver gaze of Elder
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