k tighter, her breath misting in the frigid air. Solen led the way, his gait swift and focused, while Cassia
-dusted glens. Birds stirred in the canopy, but no song came. The woods were holding t
a city of masks. Nobles, spies, mercena
s shoulder. Which is
lking, Solen said, pausing by a hidden path covered in winter thorns. We're
row. A favor or a deb
visible yet, but the change in air said enough. The ground grew harder, the forest thinner. Magic
rs pierced the sky in t
ng skyward with black iron and glimmering glass. It was beautiful and
er. This city devours
hen I'll make sure
sser-known entrance a forgotten postern path carved beneath the cliff, cloaked by
, Solen muttered
ed below, hungry and endless. Cassian took
mouth. Solen bent low, muttered something in an old tongueroute, he said. S
them with chaos. Smoke curled from chimneys. Lanterns lit narrow alleys. Vendors barked at passersby. The air pulsed with music, shouting, and the stink of am
d streets until they reached a
ed with warmth and noise. Inside, the innkeeper, a wiry m
re supposed to be
ed with a t
n double-locked the door, then turned t
'm done running. If Ashreac
scream echoed-brief and
the Hollow, like a breath caught in the city's throat. Seraphina rushed to the window.
broken, sh
ad it across the room's floor, candlelight casting trembling shadows. The Black Archive, he said, tapping a spot near the heart of Ashre
your mother. The one who burned the Sanctum and framed
that name makes you a target for more than the empire
s fell l
ery back alley of the empire. Faceless. Deadly Powerb
nding. And why would they want
d in silk. Because your mot
l into stunn
ulsed. The city did
hive. Cassian reached for his blade. A

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