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Chapter 27: The first Assembly
Author: Cece Writes
last update2026-07-15 18:21:57

The silence of a million people waiting to hear if they are going to live or die is a sound that stays in your bones forever.

Asher stood on the edge of the Spire’s primary observation deck, the wind whipping his hair across his face. Below him, the vast expanse of the capital’s central plaza was packed with humanity. It was a sea of upturned faces, some glowing with the flickering light of portable power cells, others hidden in the shadows of their own uncertainty. Beside him, Elara shifted
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