Maxwell’s POVI broke the seal and pulled out the papers. They were copies of confidential ironmoor documents. My eyes moved over the first page. Palace security patrols, the times, routes and guard changes. Everything laid out like a map for us. Next came the emergency evacuation routes then the hidden underground passages beneath the palace and finally, the official seating arrangement for Emelda’s wedding. Every chair, every important guest, marked clearly.A slow smile spread across my face. “Perfect,” I whispered.“I hope you can pull this off Maxwell,” he said in a low voice as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “It took weeks of careful moves to get this. I copied one page at a time, always when no one was watching. One mistake and they would have caught me.”I looked up at him. “You did a great job.”Patrick leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper, “This is probably my last chance to pass anything directly to you. After today, the palace will tighten security like nev
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