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The Fracture Line

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Chapter 54: The Fracture Line

Dmitry scanned the parchment, his jaw tightening until the muscles locked like iron. The torchlight caught the sudden, lethal flare of amber in his eyes as he read his own name etched beside transactions for smuggled silver and treasonous maps.

He didn't yell. He didn't tear the paper. He simply laid it back onto the slate table, his movements terrifyingly deliberate.

"It’s a frame," Dmitry said, his voice dropping to a low, lethal vibration that resonated in the s
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