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Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Spy's Return

作者: Aurora Cross
last update 公開日: 2026-10-20 02:39:52

Cassian's POV

On the sixth day of waiting, I stopped pretending I wasn't counting hours.

I stood on the northern rampart at dawn, a map weighted open beneath my hands, and tried to concentrate on the watchtowers. Three along the ridge. Two more in the river valley. A line of palisades running east to west, still raw and yellow where the timber had been cut.

It wasn't much to hold a border with. It would have to be.

"The east tower can be manned by Thursday," Rowan said, joining me at the parap
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