Book 1 Chapter 33
The Great Hall buzzed with whispers long after Bram’s announcement. Most of the Elders exchanged looks of shock, then relief, then something close to hope. A few even nodded respectfully toward Ari, murmuring blessings under their breath. But one Elder remained seated, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes burning with disapproval. Elder Murdock MacAuley. The oldest of the council. The most traditional. And the most politically dangerous. Bram noticed immediately. His bear stirred uneasily beneath his skin. “Most of ye seem pleased,” Bram said, voice steady. “The curse will finally begin to break.” A chorus of agreement rose from the tables. “Aye, it’s about time.” “Bless the Goddess.” “Let the realms heal.” But Murdock didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Finally, he stood, leaning heav
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