ISABELLA’S POVWe moved at the third watch change.Not through the south gate gap — Clara had left it deliberately, I’d known it the moment Berin described it, the specific quality of a vulnerability that was too clean, too convenient, too perfectly sized for exactly the approach we’d have taken if we’d been less careful.We went over the eastern wall instead.Twelve people. Quiet. The specific quiet of people who had been told exactly what to do and understood exactly why the doing of it required silence. Berin first, then me, then the ten others — a mix of Aldren’s warriors and resistance members who had the specific combination of capability and trust that the wall required.The wall guards were Dex’s cousin’s problem.He’d handled it.The pack house grounds were dark.Not completely — torches at the main entrance, at the patrol rotation points, at the corners of the primary buildings. But the spaces between were dark and the spaces between were where we moved.Aldren was at the so
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