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... > The cold had settled in his bones, not from the night air, but from the hollow space his brother’s absence left behind.
By dawn, the inn was empty—save for him, the corpse, and the jagged blood-script that mocked him from the floorboards. He didn’t clean it. He wanted it there. A reminder. A wound that would not close.
When the sun finally rose over Lyra City, the Mortal Fang moved in silence. No drunken swagger. No careless laughter. The city’s underworld knew when its wolves ...
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