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The Gate That Broke the Sky
Author: MDW
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“…That name died with the Gate,” Valric repeated. His voice fractured the air like thunder peeling from a cracked bell. “I am no son of Brown. I am the last flame of Veren.”

Brown’s grip tightened on his sword.

“I buried Veren,” he said, stepping forward. “And I held you the day you were born. You bled red like the rest of us.”

Valric’s laughter echoed through the mountains. “Do you still believe blood makes family? You left me.”

“You were taken—!”

“No,” Valric interrupted, his voice suddenly calm, razor-thin. “I was chosen. You just weren’t worthy to follow.”

From behind Valric, the woman in the bone veil raised her hands. The wind turned black. Crows circled, but they did not caw—they wept ash.

Kael stepped forward. “The Veiled One. A seer of the First Rift.”

He spat to the ground. “She’s not guiding him. She’s using him.”

The moment Kael spoke, a blast of sound struck the cliffs. Several knights were thrown backwards, shields crumpling like paper.

“Enough talk,” Clara growled, igni
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  • The Gate That Broke the Sky

    “…That name died with the Gate,” Valric repeated. His voice fractured the air like thunder peeling from a cracked bell. “I am no son of Brown. I am the last flame of Veren.”Brown’s grip tightened on his sword.“I buried Veren,” he said, stepping forward. “And I held you the day you were born. You bled red like the rest of us.”Valric’s laughter echoed through the mountains. “Do you still believe blood makes family? You left me.”“You were taken—!”“No,” Valric interrupted, his voice suddenly calm, razor-thin. “I was chosen. You just weren’t worthy to follow.”From behind Valric, the woman in the bone veil raised her hands. The wind turned black. Crows circled, but they did not caw—they wept ash.Kael stepped forward. “The Veiled One. A seer of the First Rift.”He spat to the ground. “She’s not guiding him. She’s using him.”The moment Kael spoke, a blast of sound struck the cliffs. Several knights were thrown backwards, shields crumpling like paper.“Enough talk,” Clara growled, igni

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