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... mark. Ancient. Forgotten, perhaps, by the pampered sons of modern nobles, but not by me. Not by anyone who’s stared into the black tongues of altar-flame cults and heard the words they chant when they think no one’s listening.
They were watching now.
And worse, they remembered.
I didn’t sleep that night. Not out of fear. Fear is useful—motivating, grounding. This was something else.
Anticipation.
Because if they came for Felix, they’d learn something impo ...
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