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Chapter 32: Aftermath

Author: F.Blackwood
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 14:06:51

Three hundred sixty-three scratches on the wall.

Two days to go. Brynn carved the line and noticed her hand was steady for the first time in weeks. Two days. The number had finally stopped being a threat and started being a promise. Whatever came after the gate, the year itself, the three hundred sixty-three days of it, was almost paid in full.

The council came that morning.

She felt the shift in the compound before she understood it. The guards stood straighter. The mercenaries melted out o
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