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CHAPTER 11: Beneath the Kingdom

Auteur: Timothy
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-01 04:24:01
The tremor lasted only a few seconds, but it left the alley rattled to its bones. Loose debris skittered across slick cobblestones, horses farther down the street shrieked and reared against their reins, and several guards stumbled before catching their balance. Then, as abruptly as it had begun, the earth went dead still.

​The silence that followed was heavier than the shaking itself.

​No one spoke. Rain drummed steadily against the rooftops, washing dark streaks into the gutters while every gu
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