The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.The palace garrison was her target.Nia had spent the past seven days carefully studying the palace grounds, mapping out the servants’ passages, the hidden stairwells, and the secret alcoves where she could slip unnoticed. She had bribed cooks, swapped out fragrances, and laced her garments with pheromone blockers to ensure her scent was untraceable. Every night, she sharpened her needles, coated with the venom of frozen fang wolves, and rehearsed her strike—one clean cut
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