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Chapter 45: The Traitor's Offer

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The message arrived at dawn, carried by a crow with eyes that glowed red. Elif was standing on the balcony of the stronghold, watching the sun rise over the mountains, when the bird landed on the railing in front of her. It did not caw or flap its wings. It simply stood there, staring at her with those unnatural eyes, a small leather tube tied to its leg.

Nisan was asleep in her crib, unaware of the darkness that was re

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