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Chapter 11: Cornered

Author: Miki
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-09 00:20:07

The atmosphere was tense.

Edgar Whitmore was fuming. “They took Renn too. Are we going to watch as they ruin everything we've spent years establishing?"

Vance didn't look up from the letter in his hands, though he had already read it twice and gained nothing new from a third pass. Aldous Renn had governed the eastern provinces for nine years. He had also, quietly, been the man who kept two sets of ledgers for every harvest tax that passed through his hands, and sent Vance the difference.

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