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Chapter 8: The Mirror Game

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last update Date de publication: 2026-04-13 16:43:06

Midnight came like a held breath.

I had spent the afternoon reading The Rules of Engagement in the library. The book was dense, written in a style that was both formal and venomous. The Voidborn diplomat who wrote it—a woman named Caelia Veyne—had survived seventeen Conclaves. She'd been poisoned twice, seduced by three different factions, and once walked into a room where every single person wanted her dead and walked out with a marriage alliance.

Her first rule was underlined three times.

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