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Chapter One-Hundred and Two: Eyes in the Shadows

Auteur: Lyanna Rose
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-05 00:24:31

The command tent felt noticeably emptier the moment Marcus and Gideon disappeared through the entrance.

Their footsteps faded into the distance, swallowed by the sounds of a camp preparing for war.

Warriors called out assignments.

Steel rang against whetstones.

Fires crackled as the evening air turned cold.

Natasha remained at the map table, studying the charcoal sketch Marcus had left behind.

The eastern fortress.

Magnus.

Forty warriors.

A heavily guarded weapons cache.

And somewhere inside th
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