Echoes Of Power

Jarox’s POV…

The east wing chamber was a quiet prison, its holo-windows casting Lagos’ artificial sky in pale blues, the bio-woven rug soft under my boots, but its stillness mocked my unrest. Gatrina’s pendant glinted on the table, its Legacy Bond symbol a vow I clung to, her absence a weight h...

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