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... ls wept moisture, and the stench of mold clung to everything.
Lucian walked silently, the faint glow of fairies floating beside him. Their light cast long shadows that shifted across the broken corridors.
He ignored the hollow-eyed beggars above. They were not his responsibility. His people were bound by contract—his protection was theirs, and theirs alone.
Everyone else was nothing but noise.
The pull of the contracts guided him like a thread. Each step carried h ...
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