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Chapter 58: The Shatterpoint
The vault still hummed with the residue of the Ghost Contract. Shadows clung to the walls like smoke that wouldn’t clear, faint symbols pulsing and fading as if they were alive. Dante stood at the edge of the chamber, his breath steady but heavy. His palm still tingled from where he’d clasped Veylan’s hand, from where the Contract had burned itself into his skin.
It was a weight—one more chain, one more binding.
And yet, outside, the world was already breaking.
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The streets above were no longer cities—they were battlegrounds. The Tower’s destruction had left the Dominion bleeding, and its retribution painted the continent in fire. Entire districts were under lockdown, Guard units purging suspected dissidents in sweeps that looked less like order an
