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... a single day had been wasted.
His agents, scattered through the city like ghostly tendrils, had tapped into every flow of information—from guild whispers and market gossip to slumfolk chatter and mercantile suspicion. A careful web, strung through backdoors and candlelit rooms, ready to tremble the moment the name Cedric emerged.
And today... it did.
The message had come on folded linen, stained with soot from a furnace chimney. A code only his operatives would know.
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