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CHAPTER 53: The Library Strategy

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-03-03 17:36:08

POV: Wolfy

History was written by the victors. The margins were written by survivors.

The Academy Library was a cathedral of victors. Rows of gilded tomes detailed the glorious conquests of the Lycan Empire, the wisdom of the Lugals, and the inherent biological superiority of the Highblood caste. It was propaganda bound in leather.

But I preferred the margins.

I sat at a secluded table in the Restricted Section—access code bypassed effortlessly, of course—surrounded by stacks of architectural s
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