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... ber was filled with tension.
Joel stood at the head of the long table, his fists planted firmly on the polished wood, his entire body vibrating with rage.
I stood across from him—arms crossed, face impassive—weathering the storm.
"You did what?" Joel demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "You fought him?"
I nodded once, unbothered. "I did."
Murmurs rippled through the gathered Silvermoon council.
Joel’s eyes narrowed. "Without informing me?"
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