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He glanced at me, his eyes unsure. “What is it?” I stood up and snatched the paper from him, faster than he could blink. ‘Rose Blackwood is dead. Her grave is at Kennedy Cemetery. Stop wasting your time.” The paper slipped from my hands and dropped to the ground, just like my hopes.

Becky raised a finger sharply, and he shut his mouth mid-sentence. “A woman?” she repeated slowly. “Yes, my lady.” A pulse jumped in Becky’s throat. Something cold crept up her spine—quick, unwanted, familiar. “No,” she said at once. “No. Elise is dead.” “Of course,” the spy agreed quickly. “We all know she drowned during the storm—” “She didn’t drown,” Becky snapped. “Her body was crushed against rocks. Torn apart by the waves. Lucien saw the blood himself.” The spy nodded frantically. “Yes, my lady. Yes.”

Seeing that they didn't speak, Culver nodded and said, "Well, since you are all so brave, I will help you! Big Da, throw them all into the sea in front of us. Coincidentally, the Cannibal Fish there hasn't eaten for a long time!" As soon as he finished speaking, all the men in black changed their faces and hurriedly said, "We really don't know where they are. We only know that Madam wants to lure them into the Death Island. She wants to use the death island to get rid of them." "Are you telling the truth? But why did Lydia make such a detour to kill them? Why didn't he just kill them? Don't tell me you're trying to fool me!" Looking at the man in black in front of him, Culver's eyes emitted

He collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and fell silent. Cade inspected him and reported, "My lord, he's dead." Douglas remained impassive, his expression cold. "Take his body to Beaker Island as my reply. Also, send word to Harvey and the others. Give them 30 minutes. "If I don't see them within that time, then the Sunnigh Commerce Association, the Crosses, the Avilas, and the Hornes have no reason to exist. By today, they will vanish from Goldspire!"

Time-stamped from three minutes ago, but it had just delivered. **P.S. - I lied. Arthur Blackwood dies in 10 minutes. Come watch.** Below it, a location. Pier 17. Ten minute countdown started.

“So what? You’ll never find out his location from me.” “Bear is dead.” Sandy was shocked. “No…” Colton straightened his suit. “He was badly wounded and fell into the sea with Nollace. I guess that was what Donald wants to hear.” Sandy froze on the spot while deep in thought. Colton threw the bag at his feet toward her. “I’m letting you go. Get as far away from here as possible. You'll end up dead if I see you in Bassburgh again.” Sandy hurriedly left because she was afraid that Colton would change his mind.

"He will be looking for a ghost. And that is what we shall be. But our destination is no longer the Silent Moon. We are going to Blackwater Port." A murmur of disbelief ran through the men. Blackwater Port was Admiral Thorne's stronghold, the very heart of the serpent's nest. It was a place where a Varek king, especially one presumed to be losing his mind, would be welcomed with a crossbow bolt rather than a cup of wine.

He turned away and walks to the main deck to clear out his mind. ALL Captain Black Beard’s pirates were nowhere to be find when the incident happened back when the captain died and the battle between Chen, Keiynan, and the soldiers. No one knows what happened or maybe no one actually found out what really happened to them, or another maybe, no one is actually telling the truth. What could have happened to them? The less they know, the Emporium soldiers and Vincent’s disciples are the only survivors, and he is on board the ship now with them while he is confined to the bottom of the ship, tied up and alone.

When he finally looked up at her, his expression was carefully blank. "That's my uncle," he said quietly. "Thomas Blackwood." The name landed between them like a stone thrown into still water, sending ripples of implication in every direction. Thomas Blackwood had been the town's golden boy—wealthy, charming, married to the mayor's daughter. He'd died in a boating accident two months after Rebecca's disappearance. The official story was that he'd been drunk, that it was a tragic accident. But Maya had lived in Moonlight Cove long enough now to know that every official story here had another version whispered in shadows.

And it had. As Malcolm's breathing grew shallow, his eyes never left Cassandra’s face. In his final moments, there was no anger, no rage—only a deep, tragic sorrow. “You killed the love of my life, Malcolm. Now, it is your turn to go,” Cassandra said softly, a single tear running down her cheek. His eyes fluttered closed, his face still wet with tears. And just like that, Malcolm Blackwood, the monster who had haunted our nightmares, was gone. The news broke the next day, spreading like wildfire across every channel. Malcolm Blackwood had been killed in a dramatic shootout, ending his reign of terror.