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Chapter 86: The Ghost in the Machine

Author: Drea Drayne
last update publish date: 2026-06-22 05:49:18

The capital was a city holding its breath. The flood in the Merchant's Quarter had been contained, but the fear it had unleashed still lingered in the air like a damp chill. Lord Valerius and his men were installed in the castle, a smug, arrogant occupying force believing they had won. They feasted in the great hall, drank the King's wine, and plotted their next move, utterly oblivious to the fact that they were not the hunters, but the hunted.

Flora watched them from the shadows, a ghost in th
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