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CHAPTER 11: THE GHOST IN THE COURTYARD

Penulis: Inkbyjane
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-04 13:50:01

ELENA’S POV

The ruined courtyard of the High Council Citadel was older than the kingdoms themselves. It sat exposed to the elements, a hollow ring of shattered obsidian pillars wrapped in frozen ivy. The ground was paved with fractured black stone, and overhead, the silver moonlight cut through the mountain fog like a series of pale blades. It was a beautiful, dead place. It suited me perfectly.

I stood in the center of the ruins, my long burgundy silk gown pooling around my leather boots.
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