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Chapter 9: The Council’s Game

The moment the scent of scorched flesh hit her nose, she knew something was off.

Then the linen unraveled—and time seemed to stop.

It wasn’t the head that made her breath catch.

It was the symbol carved into the flesh of its forehead.

Three interlocking crescents.

The Council’s mark.

Beneath it, bur...