Chapter 94
Author: Youngblood
last update2025-08-07 22:17:09
After the vow was sealed, Julia reopened the box which housed the Aurelian's Mark, lifting the lid with careful hands, with the hinges protesting with a soft groan that echoed off the stone walls.

The ring was indeed ancient, as Chance took a much careful look at it this time around. But at thesame time, it was unblemished, made from gold so deep it looked almost molten, the engravings around the band alive with tiny symbols that seemed to shift when Chance’s shadow fell over them.

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