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Chapter Ninety-Six: Shadow in the Walls

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The estate had never felt so silent.

The mole stood at the far end of the corridor, half shadowed by the archway between the east and west wings. Hands tucked into the deep pockets of pressed slacks, posture lazy, unthreatening.

But the mole’s eyes, those never stopped moving.

They had watched Julio enter Lucien’s quarters that morning and hadn’t seen him leave until hours after midnight. That in itself wasn’t unusual. Julio and Lucien were practically like brothers. But Emilia had been inside too. And the three of them, locked away for that long? That wasn’t business as usual. That was dangerous.

Something had shifted.

The mole’s jaw tensed. They scanned the corridor again, empty. Nothing but flickering candlelight and faint echoes of a world pretending it hadn’t just bled.

The mole moved, silent as breath, down the corridor toward one of the storage rooms near the service stairwell. The old wine cellars were rarely used now, perfect for quick messages and quiet conversations.

They st
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Shadow in the Walls shifts the spotlight to the traitor hidden among them. The mole, still unknown, grows increasingly desperate as suspicion thickens. With the Vulture gathering power and Lucien growing more watchful, the clock is ticking. Trust is eroding. Secrets are closing in. Now more than ever, one misstep could mean exposure—and death. Who do you think the mole is? Let the theories fly. The game is only just beginning.

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