An hour after Perfera's orderThe sky above the Citadel was shrouded in a cloud of gray ash, no sun, no moon—only the black spiral of ritual smoke that curled from the tower. On the ground, the central square had been emptied, its markets and temples silenced. The citizens had been compelled to assemble, herded like lambs before a wolf's altar.And Perfera stood on obsidian steps, dressed in midnight silk, with silver chains dangling from her wrists like talons unlatched.Behind her knelt Eshra, Amiel, and Rythe, bound, bleeding, and shorn of their ceremonial robes.A murmur ran through the crowd as her voice thundered across the square."These are your elders," she started, voice dripping with contempt. "The guardians of law. The tellers of legacy. The wise."She waited. Then:"But today, they are traitors."Gasps. Murmurs. Silence again.Amiel lifted his head, blood staining the edge of his mouth. "We only served the moon, not your shadow."Perfera spun slowly."Is that what you thi
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