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Chapter 51: Cidade dos escravos
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2026-06-03 13:00:49The silence outside felt too perfect– too still for a city under siege by an army reputed for its brutality. Whatever game was being played here, Luz intended to play it aggressively rather than passively reacting to whatever surprises Cidade dos escravos had prepared. Meanwhile Darm made his way upstairs and climber out of one of the small dormer windows protruding from the roofline. The roof is worn and uneven, textured with age and exposure to the elements. Surround the Estate is a t
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