The Mask Shatters

Elara stood in the war chamber, blood still drying beneath the edge of her tunic. Her side ached from the failed assassination attempt. The scar beneath her ribs still glowed faintly with runes. She hadn’t slept.

Not since the dreamwalker.

Not since the Night of Blades.

And now—

Another storm app...

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