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CHAPTER 43 — TERMS OF PEACE

Penulis: Grace Pearl
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-06 23:44:52

POV: VAREK

I wake before the sun, as usual, and the city smells different at this hour. Damp brick, smoke from the fires still smoldering, the faint tang of iron and sweat from the rogues already moving about. Emano is quiet now, but that quiet is alive. It isn’t empty; it’s full of eyes, of ears, of things that move and watch, but do not touch, and I like that. I like how it feels like the city itself bends to protect her and Arin without even knowing it.

I step into the yard. The rogues are already lining up for drills, mats spread across broken concrete, weights and bars scavenged and cleaned, ropes hanging from beams that used to hold windows, benches made from crates, old furniture patched together. We run them hard, but not cruelly. Every instruction is met with obedience because they know I will not punish beyond reason, and they know I am always watching. Discipline without cruelty. Strength without chaos. I take a deep breath, the smoke curling in the morning air, and watch a
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