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... laric slipped from their chambers without a sound.
He moved through the castle’s silent corridors like a shadow unmoored, the guards too wary—or too wise—to question where he was going.
His black cloak billowed behind him as he descended the back stair, avoiding the main gates. The moon was high over Wyfkeep, silvering the rooftops of the city below.
Lanterns flickered in the narrow streets, and the night air smelled of cold stone and chimney smoke.
He told himsel ...
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