The midnight wind howling across the jagged spires of the Obsidian Citadel carried the unmistakable scent of impending slaughter. Inside the private guest quarters of Moon-Crest, absolute panic reigned. In the outer antechamber, Lady Cheryl was frantically packing leather saddlebags with medical tinctures, warm furs, and parchment rolls, while four loyal guardswomen stood at the narrow slit windows, watching the western courtyard with notched arrows and drawn hunting daggers. In…
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