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Chapter 187

The tattoo shop was carved into the back edge of Red Thread Alley—wedged between a potion apothecary and a rune-weaver’s stall. Its wooden sign had no name, just a crescent fang inked in white over black.

The scent inside was warm. Wood smoke. Burned resin. Salted ink. Familiar, somehow.

Calven st...