The torchlight in the corridors of the Castle flickered low, bending shadows into long, twisting shapes.The guards at their posts stiffened as a cloaked figure passed in silence. No footsteps echoed, no armor clinked—only the faint chill that followed him. Vehl murmuredBy sunrise, you will have your answer. By tomorrow, perhaps no duke at all. our meeting should be clear as you should know you have caught yourself into a serious matter his voice cold as ice as it almost like a threat
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