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Chapter 130: The Truth of His Birth
Author: Mary Sampson
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"You are the heir to the Moon Throne."

The words fell into the room the way a coin falls into a well, and Noah waited to hear them hit bottom.

They didn't. Nothing in him could catch them. He sat with his hand clamped on the edge of the desk and stared at the little gold face, and the sentence went down and down through him, and found no floor.

"I know how that sounds," said Amara.

Her voice had gone quiet and careful, the voice of someone laying something down on a table between two people and
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