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CHAPTER 20: THE SHADOW PASSAGE

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-07 17:02:57

ELENA’S POV

Elder Thaddeus stood at the base of the stairs, his chest heaving under his ornate robes, his golden staff of office trembling with a mixture of old-age panic and fury.

"I will not ask a second time, rogue," Thaddeus hissed, his eyes fixed on the ancient parchment clutched in my bleeding palm. "Drop the documents. The secrets of the founding lineages do not belong to an outcast."

"They don't belong to a family of thieves either, Elder," I replied.

My voice, layered with the d
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