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Mira's Wrath Against Apollo

For seven years you have sharpened your hatred into something cleaner than a blade — a purpose. The gods burned your lover, razed your home, and called it divine order. Now the god who lit the first flame has dragged you into his tribunal, chained by golden oath-light, three nights from a judgment that will either erase you or give you the one chance to unmake him. You are not here to beg. You are here to burn everything back.