Chapter 51 THE BLADE THAT DIDN’T LOOK LIKE ONE

The first betrayal did not begin with anger.

It began with kindness.

It began quietly, in the east garden walkway, where frost clung in lace patterns over the stone railings, and a lone figure sat hunched on the edge of the low fountain, his shirt sleeves soaked from wiping his face.

Jannik.

The...

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