The Everglade estate stood high above the southern cliffs, carved into a hillside where fog never fully lifted. The trees here were older than the council itself, their bark worn smooth by wind and history. The estate had no guards at its gates. It didn’t need any. Not when fear did the work of steel.Inside, the air was warm. Controlled. Polished.The scent of clove smoke lingered from the hearth, mixing with aged leather and old paper.Elder Everglade stood by the window in his study, one hand resting on the carved stone sill, the other swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. His robes were unwrinkled, his hair combed back in an immaculate line, his bearing effortlessly noble.He didn’t turn when the doors opened behind him.“You’re late,” he said.“I’m cautious,” replied Elder Kion, stepping inside and pulling off his gloves. His tone was clipped, but respectful. “Being seen at your estate this close to a council crisis could raise suspicion.”Everglade smiled without warmth. “I
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