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Chapter 35: The Anatomy of a God
Author: Butterfly
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"The core is hollow. She isn't the heir; she’s the vessel."

The words burned into Solvren’s mind as he crushed Bram’s scratched note within his fist, the heavy silver collar around his throat pulsing in synchronization with the erratic heartbeat of the citadel. He backed away from the polished oak door, his breath hitching as the metallic scuttling of the beetle faded into the hollow acoustics of the hallway outside. A vessel. Not a ruler, not a queen, but a living container forged to hold an a
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