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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN: The First Spark

작가: Skye Wilder
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-09-06 02:41:17

The Vale had not yet declared war, but war had already declared itself upon the Vale.

The city felt different. Smoke didn’t rise openly, but the air carried the tang of iron, of torches burned too late into the night, of doors slammed shut before questions could be asked. Shops along the riverfront kept their shutters drawn; streets once alive with traders and gossip now trembled with whispers. Guards in Ruby’s crimson livery patrolled in pairs, shields gleaming, spears sharp. And in the shadows of ruined quarters where fire had swept months before, Maxim’s oath-bound loyalists moved just as deliberately, their presence quieter but no less sharp-edged.

Everyone said the same thing in their own way: this wasn’t war. Not yet. But a spark only needed the smallest breath of wind.

Maxim stood at the edge of Cindermarket, the square that once hosted color, life, and laughter. Now its cobblestones were cracked, ash still lingering between the stones. Elira’s statue, toppled by decree weeks a
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