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FIFTEEN: The Soup

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 02.06.2026 17:00:22

MINTHE

The Soup

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The heavy oak door of the accounting hall clicks shut behind me, the sound final and hollow in the drafty corridor. My boots thud against the stone floor, each step sending a dull, radiating ache up my left ankle. I don’t limp. I refuse to give the walls the satisfaction of seeing me hobble.

I reach into the inner pocket of my heavy woolen coat, my fingers brushing against the thick, expensive paper of the five black envelopes. The imperial wolf pressed into the dark
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