The night air in the remote territory of the Syltharion pack was harsher than anywhere else. It was cold, but not clean. The scents of cigarette smoke, cheap alcohol, engine oil and road dust blended together to create a suffocating atmosphere.Streetlights glowed dimly in some places, while others had gone out completely, leaving certain corners swallowed by shadow. The little light that remained offered only limited visibility.Barrett walked alone along the narrow pavement with both hands tucked inside the pockets of his black coat. His steps were steady, neither too fast nor too slow.From the outside, he looked like an ordinary man spending time in a foreign city with no clear destination. In reality, however, things were very different.Since that morning, he had wandered through almost the entire southern district of Syltharion. He went in and out of several places, listening to people’s conversations, observing unfamiliar faces and committing the routes to memory.Barrett neve
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