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Marked by the Moonblood

The fortress was burning.

Not with fire—but with light.

It seeped into the mountain's very bones like molten gold, pouring through every crevice in the old stone walls. Under it, even the wolves in the lower dens whined, and the air pulsed with a rhythmic, otherworldly hum.

Elaria stumbled bac...