The wind that carried the Council's summons felt heavier than any Aria had known—thick with old judgment and unseen eyes. The parchment lay open on the wooden table in the center of Dominic’s war room, its black wax seal now broken but still pulsing faintly with residual magic.
A summon by the High Council was not merely a political matter.
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