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... uck clean. So clean, they left no blood to show—only silence. The crowd held its breath. His followers stared, stunned by how neatly Lucavion had laid the narrative, how tightly each thread wove into the next. A perfect trap.
But Reynard?
He bowed his head slightly.
A breath. A pause.
And then he exhaled with the quiet gravity of a man too noble to raise his voice in anger.
’Fell right into it. As expected from a lower-born commoner,’ he thought. But his e ...
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