Chapter Seven

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Selene

The Shadowfang great hall thrummed with anticipation, its black stone walls swallowing the torchlight, casting jagged shadows across the long tables. The air was heavy with the scent of roasted venison, mead, and the sharp tang of wolf musk was a reminder that this fortress, for all its grandeur, was...

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