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Chapter 241: The Return to Montgomery!
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The road to Montgomery wound like an old scar through the countryside, each mile carrying Evans deeper into the shadows of memory.

The last time he had come here, the monk’s words had planted a seed that refused to stop growing — a tale of the Silver Phoenix, a story that had painted his late father as a villain.

But now, after what he had witnessed in the footage— the couple at the altar, and the memory of his father’s mark, the strange vanishing of that same mark when they buried him — the questions had become unbearable. Questions that refused to be silenced.

The monastery lay shrouded in mist when he arrived, its tiled roofs glistening with the remnants of an afternoon rain.

Evans paused at the foot of the stone steps, staring up at the weathered walls. He remembered the first time he had walked here, chasing only the whisper of a story, a curiosity meant to soothe his restless mind. But tonight, he carried something heavier: a desperate need for truth.

The monk was waiting for
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