XAHEN.The morning patrol was routine.Draven walked beside me, rattling off numbers and reports like I was actually listening. Trade shipments from the eastern border. A dispute between two merchants over territory. Something about the grain stores running lower than expected for this time of year.I made the appropriate sounds at the appropriate intervals and let my eyes do the work my brain refused to.The streets were busy this early. Vendors setting up stalls, children running errands before lessons, workers heading to their posts. All of them noticed me as I passed. All of them dropped their heads and picked up their pace, desperate to get out of my path before I decided to make their day worse.I was used to it.The fear had stopped bothering me centuries ago. Now it was just background noise. Part of the scenery.“The council wants to discuss the border expansion at the next meeting,” Draven was saying. “Hale has concerns about stretching our forces too thin.”“Hale always has
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