Chapter Forty Five

Jole's POV

Caelin’s study was dimly lit by greenish-blue fireglow crystals embedded in the walls. Shelves of ancient tomes lined every surface, some so old their bindings had fused to the wood. It smelled of incense, parchment, and the raw magic that clung to Duskveil like mist.

I stood near the h...

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