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Chapter 33 – Ghosts and Chains

Jace

Blackthorn’s war room smells like old blood and wood smoke.

The scent clings to the timber beams, the scorched firepit, the long table where we gather. It sticks behind your teeth. Even when no one’s actively bleeding.

Yet.

The way this meeting is going, that could change soon.

Mara slams ...