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... —wet cobblestones glimmering like a field of obsidian under the pale light.
The city murmured in its restless rhythm: the blacksmith’s first strike, the muffled prayer of a merchant, the low laughter of thieves who had outlasted the night.
Through those alleys walked Aiden, hood drawn low, the faint shimmer of his gaze catching like a knife’s reflection beneath it. He had long learned how to walk unseen among those who desired him most.
His face—a curse carved by the gods ...
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