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Chapter 91 (Truth buried in ink) Chen’s POV
Author: Lady P
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The silence of the archives wasn't empty; it was heavy, like the air inside a tomb right before the walls cave in.

Whoever was watching me wanted me to see and I didn’t plan on missing the opportunity.

I started digging, pulling volumes from the shelves with a frantic, controlled precision, tracing the ink chronologically backward. I didn’t just skim the surface. I needed to see the foundation of the throne I intended to burn.

Year by year. Entry by entry. Ink by ink. The further back I went
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