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Chapter Forty-One: Political Firestorm

The alleys of Gevan East weren’t made for horses. The stone paths narrowed into stairwells and sloped archways, slick with moss and soot from the rain. Evelyn moved on foot, cloak drawn low, boots silent against the uneven cobbles. Logan followed a few paces behind, his knife tucked beneath his ...