Kaelan Ashwood's POV"Tell me the token is a forgery, Father. Tell me now, before I say the word out loud, because once I say it, I cannot take it back."My father did not look up from the teapot. Dawn crept gray across his study, over the maps and the old weapons on the walls, over the empty chair where my mother used to read. He poured slowly, steadily, and set a cup in front of me as if I had come for breakfast."Sit," Damon said."I will stand.""You are your mother's son. She never sat when she was angry either." He lifted his own cup and sipped. "Show me."I set the brass token on the desk between us. It clicked against the wood, small and ugly. He glanced at it for exactly one heartbeat, and I watched his eyes, because I had spent twenty six years learning to read this man, and I saw nothing. Not fear. Not surprise. It was like watching a locked door."A cheap trick," he said. "Anyone with a file and a steady hand can carve a mark. Half the traders on the southern road forge my
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