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Chapter 40: The Glass God's Warning
Author: Emay
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The storm that had swallowed the skies over Serrow’s Reach did not relent. Wind battered the stone walls like a war drum, and lightning lanced across the clouds in bursts that lit the ruins like ghostfire. Kael stood at the edge of the broken parapet, cloak flapping behind him, face stung by the cold rain.

But he was not cold.

Not anymore.

Beneath his ribs, something pulsed. Something not quite his own. The shard of the Archive burned with a silent urgency, a warning he could not translate. He pressed his hand against his chest, felt the heat radiating through bone. He did not understand what it wanted, but he knew where it pointed.

Down.

To the black temple buried beneath Serrow’s Reach.

Lira joined him on the parapet, soaked to the skin, curls heavy with water. She did not speak, only studied him with sharp eyes. She had changed since that night in the Hollow Market. The fear had not left her, but it had learned to wear armor. She was no longer running.

“You felt it too,” she said.

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