Chapter 13 Sovereign Audits & Scent-Weaving

They didn't recess. They panicked.

Cain stared at page ninety one — silver-bane purchase order with his signature — and I watched his throat move as he swallowed fear. Whole hall saw it. Traders shouting, rogues at back doors shifting, Julian's gold aura making black stone walls glow faintly, which...

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