Astrid’s POVThe evidence room was different from the war room. It was way smaller and quieter, lined with filing cabinets and shelving units holding years of documentation. A single long table dominated the center, covered in stacks of files Davian’s intelligence team had compiled.It looked like someone had spent months building this case. Because someone did.Davian was already there when I arrived in the morning, sleeves rolled up and coffee in hand, reviewing documents. He looked up when I entered.“Close the door.”I did, taking the chair across from him. The table between us was covered in files organized by category. “We’re going through everything today. All of it. Anthony’s crimes, evidence we have, gaps we still need to fill.” He slid a thick folder across to me. “Start with the massacre documentation. I want you to know every detail before the hearing.”I opened the folder and started reading. The first document was a timeline. Anthony Riftclaw’s movements in the weeks be
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