Chapter 7 · free to read
The chamber was gone. The bell hung silent. But the blue line stayed, patient as a bill that will not stop arriving.
Seraphine could grip a hilt again. Barely. The seal she carried during the appeal had left her arm slow and cold.
Garrick, the last quartermaster of Astravelle, kept every ledger the crown ever forbade. He did not like opening the oldest one.
The quartermaster's confession, in his own words: the crown's forbidden notes were copies. Copies of something older still.
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