CHAPTER 541
Author: Lor Of Logan
last update2026-10-01 13:13:34

The council meeting had been going for an hour when Eddard realized he was watching it from two places at once.

Kaelen was speaking—something about the western pasture, something about grazing rights and the refugees who had settled there over the winter. Eddard was listening. He was sitting in his usual chair at the long table with his hands folded and his eyes on the speaker, the way he had sat through a hundred meetings before this one. But halfway through Kaelen's second sentence, Eddard be
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