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Chapter 57: Ghosts of the Court
Author: Golden Swizz
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The palace was never quiet. Even at night, it breathed — guards’ boots, whispers in corridors, the low hum of power hidden behind marble and gold.

Kael remembered that sound from his old life — before the exile, before the rebellion. Back when he was just another weapon wearing honor like armor.

Now he was a shadow moving through the cracks of that same world.

Seris and Toren followed close. The tunnels under the south wing smelled of old incense and rot. The air carried the faint trace of something burned long ago — maybe truth, maybe bodies.

Toren ran his hand along the wall. “You sure about this path?”

Kael nodded. “The court archives are three levels above us. The Emperor keeps his secrets close — we’re not taking the front door.”

Seris gave him a look. “We never do.”

They climbed the narrow stairs, careful to stay silent. Faint light filtered through the cracks — enough to see, not enough to feel safe.

At the top, they reached an iron gate. Rust had eaten through most of
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