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Serayah Morgan.
Shadows.
The castle is drowning in them—thick, suffocating shadows crawl across every surface like creeping tendrils of enmity. They’re alive, fed by the howling rising from every Frost wards outside. Even the staff in Paragon Hall seem caught in its grip. The full moon has arrived.
No one expected it—not this early—except for the Frostfang, Roar…. who must have sensed its approach down to the very second. Outside, the sky is unnatural, blackened as if an eclipse has swallowed the noon sun. Every light is stolen, devoured by a darkness so complete it feels like the end of something.
“Luna Serayah!”
“Luna Serayah!”
Voices call my name from every corner of the castle. The bulbs are coming on and off, struggling. Is there something wrong with the castle’s electri
