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... heavy with the tang of molten steel and the distant clang of forges.
Syn moved with purpose, his olive uniform blending into the crowd of workers, though his mind was a storm of doubt and calculation.
Mia trailed a few steps behind, her white hair tucked beneath a cap, her slender frame weaving through the throng with ghostly ease.
The plan to infiltrate the palace and uncover the shapeshifters’ hiding in the depths weighed on Syn like a lead shroud, each step a gamble a ...
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