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... rines patrolled, and the nobles whispered over wine and war.
But none of them realized—
They no longer owned their empires.
They merely tended the gardens Lakeman had already claimed.
And two immortal agents moved with divine certainty in the dark arteries of the world’s structure—beneath courtrooms and barracks, noble manors and cipher archives.
They were the blades of their master.
The shadows in lace.
Stussy
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