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Chapter Eighty-Nine—Reading The Pattern

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Zara's P.O.V

The trading post at Kirkwood Junction was not built for siege. It was built for commerce — warehouses, covered trading floors, the kind of structure that prioritized moving goods and information rather than defending ground. The defensive potential was adequate but not exceptional, which meant that whoever had chosen this as a pressure point understood something specific about Bloodmoon's territory: this was not a position worth dying for, but losing it was worth paying a cost.

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