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Chapter One hundred and forty-five
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The morning after the storm, the keep buzzed with uneasy energy. Horses were saddled, weapons sharpened, and every corridor echoed with hurried footsteps. Yet beneath the tension lay a fire — not of fear, but of defiance.

Adrian stood on the battlements, Selene at his side, watching smoke curl on the distant horizon. The banners of Darius’s vanguard rose like black spears against the gray sky.

“They come faster than expected,” Selene murmured, her hand resting on the hilt of her shadowforged blade. “He means to crush us before we can take root.”

Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Then let him come. A seed grows strongest when it pushes through the weight of the earth.”

Behind them, Captain Ryn stomped up the stone steps, his scarred face grim. “Two thousand men, maybe more. We have less than five hundred who can hold a blade. This isn’t a battle — it’s slaughter.”

Adrian turned, his gaze steady. “Not if we fight smart. Not if we remind them that fear has limits.”

They gathered again around the
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