Kael POVThe air in the archives beneath the Living City was thick with the smell of dust and old blood and stagnant river water.The lanterns cast flickering shadows on the walls.The sound of water echoed through the room, a steady beat that seemed to match the hum of the city's turbines above us.In the center of the room, an old vampire hung from an iron pillar, his wrists chained to the metal.The old vampire was Malakor, the archivist who had vanished from the High Council's records fifty years ago.His robes were all torn and stained with soot, and his skin was as white as bone.Lucien stood near the pillar, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.The air around his boots was cold. Frost was spreading across the stone floor."Talk, man," Lucien said, his voice firm.Malakor slowly lifted his head, his neck creaking like twigs.He looked at Lucien, at me, and a crazy grin spread across his face."The Blood Sovereign," Malakor rasped, his voice like leaves scraping against con
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