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Chapter 150: What Must Be Given

Brent’s POV

The Vault was shaking. I could feel it through the stone beneath my feet, a low, rumbling pulse like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to any of us. The air was tight, charged, like a storm waiting to break.

And it smelled wrong.

Magic, yes—but more than that. Grief. Burnt blood. Old power,...