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Chapter 192: The Seven Awaken
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... hrough silk drapes. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar carved oak, gold leaf, the crest of Solaria repeated in patterns she didn’t recognize. For a long moment, she simply stared at it, her mind struggling to piece together where she was and how she had gotten there.
Then the pain hit.
It wasn’t the sharp, immediate agony of a fresh wound. It was deeper, duller—the ache of something missing. Her eyes drifted down, following the lines of white bandages wrapped around her torso, ...
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