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Chapter 10: The First Step Back
Author: Golden Swizz
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The morning sun was pale, tired — the kind that never truly warmed anything.

Kael rode slow through the lower gates of Vhalric City, hood drawn, eyes scanning every corner.

The Capital had changed, yet not at all.

New banners hung from the walls, bright red and gold — the color of victory.

But underneath, he could still smell it.

Old smoke.

Old lies.

The market streets buzzed with noise — vendors shouting, guards barking orders, the clatter of carts over cobblestone.

Daren walked beside the horse, head down, pretending to be another hungry traveler.

“You sure about this?” he muttered. “Feels like walking into a wolf’s mouth.”

Kael’s lips barely moved. “Sometimes you have to walk into the wolf’s den to see who’s holding the leash.”

They passed a patrol — young soldiers in polished armor.

None of them would remember him. He hadn’t even been born yet, in their eyes.

That thought twisted in his chest like a knife.

The echo of the past pressed close.

He’d once marched through these same st
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