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... rth and dark canopy. The air smelled of iron and smoke, thick with the memory of blood. Rowan crouched by one of the fallen assassins, his fingers deftly prying a crest loose from the man’s leather harness. He turned it in his hand, eyes narrowing at the familiar etching of a serpent coiled around a crown.
Liora watched him carefully, her own breath still unsteady. She kept close to Lucien, though he had stepped forward into the shadows, his back rigid and unreadable.
"This isn’t ...
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