Chapter 6
Bryson's POV
The halls of the Northwood Citadel were carved from black stone and old blood.
Torches lined the walls-real fire, not electric. Shadows danced across polished marble as the ceremonial drums echoed through the ancestral ground of my people. This place reeked of tradition, of rules I neve...
Chapters
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
20. Chapter 20
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
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