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The newspaper crumpled in my hand, not from fear, but from fury.
"Traitor from Astreon," I repeated softly and dangerously.
My voice was calm—but the room felt colder. Theon swallowed, and Ravick stiffened in anger; this was not rumor.
This was strategy.
A blade wrapped in ink. They did not attack Haldor with swords; they attacked him with the one thing more poisonous than magic—public doubt.
I exhaled slowly and handed the paper b ...
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