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Chapter 90: Aftermath
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... o the bowels of the Alcázar—the city exhaled like a man waking from a nightmare. The paranoia in the streets softened, though it never fully vanished. Spies still whispered, men still disappeared, but the sharp edge of fear dulled. A foreign spider had been caught, and with it, the city believed, the worst of the web had been burned away.
Lancelot knew better.
He stood in the courtyard of the safehouse in La Latina, sharpening a dagger on whetstone, listening to the scrape of ste ...
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