Chapter 13 The Viper's Cauldron

Sisily’s POV

If the Capital was a pristine, gold-trimmed cage, the Shadow Festival was an unhinged, alcohol-soaked circus.

We were barely halfway down the winding stone track leading toward the lower ward, and already the air reeked of fried grease, stale dwarven ale, and bad decisions. 

The fog ...

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