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Chapter Thirty-Four- Fire at Dawn

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-04-26 14:14:05

I woke before sunrise to the sound of boots on gravel.

Not the groundskeeper. Not the early kitchen staff. The cadence was wrong, too regular, too purposeful, the rhythm of a security patrol rather than someone with somewhere specific to be. I was at the window before I had fully assembled myself out of sleep, pressing close to the glass without touching it, looking down at the east wing path in the grey pre-dawn dark.

Two wolves. Moving in tandem, unhurried, covering the ground between the eas
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