The royal guards insisted the vault hadn’t been breached. No signs of forced entry. No broken locks. Nothing missing. But I knew better. My mother’s emerald ring—her favorite, the one she wore the night before she died—was gone. And in its place, tucked neatly into the velvet where it sat was a single black feather. Smooth, strange. Not a thief’s calling card. A warning. Or maybe…a challenge. I should’ve alerted the palace. Ordered a full investigation. Instead, I kept it.(2 days after
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