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The First Lady's Fury

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 524    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

e Purge." He claimed Isabella had always been terrified of my people, the Echoing Hollow Keepers,

eir bodies left where they fell. Our sacred burial grounds, tended for generations, were desecra

to Ethan, was my only flicker of kindness. She'd seen Ethan' s shift, his coldnes

on Ash grove," Maya whispered one night, h

lan began to form. I had to get them back. I had to pe

cover of darkness. I reached the Crimson Ash grove. The ground

ith my bare hands,

us Thorne, Ethan' s Chief of Staff, st

"The Governor forbids this. Miss Hayes is sensitive.

" I choked out, dirt

e Governor has authorized me to have all remains in this gro

ever to find peace in the Hollow. Th

troopers, at Marcus' s implacable

ly, then," I said, my voice hol

ant gesture. "You have one hour.

ing the old words, my hands aching, my heart shattered. We covere

g a public announcement. Your son died of a sudden illness, a congenital weakness. His b

her piece of me stolen an

, simmering resolve. I would comply, for now. I had to. Bu

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“For three years, I was Elara Vance, First Lady, the quiet power behind Governor Ethan Vance, a man who owed his very political life and success to me and to the ancient, mystical traditions of my people, the Keepers of Echoing Hollow. But everything shattered with the arrival of Veronica Hayes, his deceased fiancée' s sister, who, visibly pregnant with his child, orchestrated the brutal, unthinkable sacrifice of my newborn son to the Crimson Ash trees, a horror Ethan chillingly endorsed as my "atonement." He then unleashed a relentless, state-sanctioned purge on my innocent people, slaughtering my kin, desecrating our sacred communal grounds, and reducing me, his wife and the mother of his dead child, to a prisoner in my own mansion, utterly isolated and stripped of dignity. The final, unbearable slap came when he demanded I offer my own blood to soothe Veronica's manufactured anxieties, twisting my revered spiritual heritage into a degrading commodity. How could the man who begged for my help, who swore eternal love, betray me so utterly, turning our son's death into a weapon and my spiritual essence into a grotesque offering for his new lover? But then, gifted with the potent, ephemeral strength of the ancient Ghost Root, I refused to break. With a defiant slash across my arm, staining Veronica's pristine carpet with my blood, I signaled the end of my quiet compliance, embarking instead on All Souls' Eve upon a haunting, spectral journey to reclaim the seventy-two fallen spirits of my people and lead them, at last, back to sacred ground.”
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