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CHAPTER 26: THE PAGE BEHIND THE RED SEAL
Author: Kain
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We reached the capital at dawn.

The streets were already humming with life as people prepared for the king's address. Banners fluttered from windows, market stalls lined the main road, and children darted between the legs of soldiers who looked more bored than alert. It felt sickening to watch them celebrate a man whose entire legacy was built on a foundation of lies.

The scribes' guild was a narrow, three-story stone building near the palace, its windows stained with ink. Thess led us through
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    We made it to the capital in under three days. The roads were a blur, faces and villages passing in flashes. I barely slept. When we finally reached the gates, Arden was waiting for us, standing ramrod straight but with shadows under his eyes. The regency hadn’t been kind to him. He led us off the main hall, down a narrow corridor, and into a cramped meeting room that felt more like a storage closet than a council chamber.He closed the door tight. “The king’s in the eastern tower,” Arden said. “Since we brought him back, he’s barely spoken to anyone. Won’t see anyone but you.”I stared. “Why just me?”“He says you’re the only one who’ll understand.” Arden’s jaw worked. “He keeps saying the seal is wrong. That we did it wrong.”I shook my head. “The seal’s working. I can feel it.”“For now.” His voice dropped. “But the king’s adamant. He says there’s a seventh bloodline, one we missed. Says the seal won’t hold. Not for decades months. Maybe less.”Thess looked like she’d seen a ghost.

  • CHAPTER 55: B RANK

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  • CHAPTER 54: THE BINDING

    The Hollow King let out a scream. Suddenly, everything went white. No sight, no sound, just feeling. I felt six bloodlines surging through that document, flooding the vault, coursing straight through me. The Hollow King clawed at the seal, desperate to break free, but the six of us held tight.No! it screamed. You promised. You promised.“We’re keeping the promise,” I said.This isn’t what I was promised. This is a cage.“It’s not a cage. It’s a contract. Six bloodlines, all connected. You’re not alone anymore.”The Hollow King shoved against the binding, trying everything to fight through. But we didn’t let go. The sigils blazed on the document, on the walls everywhere. The whole stronghold lit up.Then, the struggle eased. The Hollow King’s resistance faded.Six, it whispered. All six. No one’s done that in three thousand years.“Are you going to accept it?”I’m tired. I’ve been on my own for so long. I don’t want to fight anymore.“Then don’t.”I’ll stop. But you have to promise me

  • CHAPTER 53: THE WATCHER

    Five bloodlines leftDraven: me: the anchor. Draveth: Thess: the keeper. Varga: Lira: the last of her kind Warden: Garran Voss: the one who ran away.Weaver: Tomas Rell: the record keeper.One was missing. The Watchers. Corvin’s family.We rode out to the Ashgrave estate the next morning.Corvin hadn’t been back since spring. He’d written to his father, but never visited. The place hadn’t changed: same old trees, same iron gates, the house still brooding under centuries of rain and wind. Yet it felt emptier, like the air itself was waiting for something.Lord Ashgrave met us in his study.He looked older than I remembered. More worn around the edges. He’d stepped down as head of house, but he still lingered here. He was halfway through a book when we walked in; he set it aside and looked up.“Corvin,” he said. “You brought guests.”Corvin sat down, not bothering with small talk. “We need to talk. About the Watchers.”Lord Ashgrave’s face didn’t change, but his hands gripped the cha

  • CHAPTER 52: THE WEAVERS

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  • CHAPTER 51: THE ROAD NORTH

    We left Harrow’s Point just as the sun pulled itself over the horizon.Voss joined us for the journey. He packed what little he owned into a single bag. No goodbyes nobody to say them to, really.The road north dragged on at least three weeks, maybe longer if the weather turned. First came Ashford Pass, then the northern hills, then the mountains. Those same mountains where I’d patched up the Draven anchor. Where Kade Orsini dug up the second fragment.I kept the stone key in my pocket. It felt almost alive, pulsing every few minutes. Like it had its own heartbeat.“It’s taking us north,” Voss said one morning. “My grandmother always said Wardens could find their way home. She said the key would show me how.”“Did she tell you anything else?” I asked.“She said the Wardens were the first line of defense before the Draven anchor, before keepers or seals. They built the northern stronghold. Carved it right from the mountain. Turned it into a real fortress.” He hesitated. “She also said

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