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... ing ears and Imperial lanterns.
Here, torches guttered against damp walls, throwing shadows that clung like drunken friend. It was a place without banners, without heraldry—only silence, and the faces of men and women who had sold their names long ago.
The Shadow League had gathered.
Sylas Valerian sat at the head of the blackened table, the torchlight catching on the silver threads embroidered in his dark doublet.
His eyes, sharp and fever-bright, swept over his ...
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