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... s patrolling the capital seemed to be unaware of the dark figure slipping through alleys and shadowy streets, avoiding the torchlight with practiced ease. The envoy—a hooded figure cloaked in dark garments—was one of the most skilled operatives in Varzadia’s network. Trained for missions exactly like this, they were accustomed to the dangers of foreign lands, used to navigating the delicate balance between life and death with every step.
The moon hung high above, casting pale light acros ...
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