The intermediary crashed into Lorelai hard enough to drive pain through her healing side.She struck the corridor wall with one shoulder.A burning ledger fell into her hands.Flames ran along the outer pages, feeding on oil already poured across the leather. The man who had carried it staggered against her, coughing smoke while guards shouted from the far end of the financial wing.“Take it,” he gasped.Lorelai caught the ledger against her chest.Heat bit through her gloves.The intermediary turned as if to run again, but one knee buckled. Blood darkened the back of his coat beneath the shoulder blade.The approaching guards wore Noctis insignia.None called for a healer.“Inside,” Lorelai ordered.She caught the man by his uninjured arm and dragged him through the nearest evidence-room door. Her wound protested every step, but the guards were already close enough for her to hear s
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