Embers Of DeceitMitchell's POVDarkness has a voice. It doesn't scream. It whispers.And for the past four hours, or was it more?, that whisper had been wrapped around me like a noose.The chamber was below ground, stone-lined and cold, no windows, just iron sconces that didn't burn fire but glowed with a sickly green light. Priscilla sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of crimson wine in her pale fingers. Her smile never reached her eyes."You should know," she said casually, "Nikolai didn't want to bring you here. He still doesn't trust your silence."I didn't respond.She leaned in. "But I do."That earned her a glance.She chuckled softly, swirling her glass. "Because I've worn the same silence before. The kind that's not born from fear or guilt, but from calculation. I know the weight of playing both sides."Still, I said nothing. My wrists burned against the iron cuffs, threaded with dampening glyphs, but I didn't flinch. Didn't give her the satisfa
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