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Chapter 11:The City Holds Its Breath
Author: Landing Vale
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Moonlily City had survived wars, bad governors, three royal successions, and a baker's guild riot that had lasted six astonishing days.

It had never survived Elias Vane looking at it with mild interest.

The city's defensive array faded from the sky like mist under sunlight. For one breath, every citizen on the festival streets stared upward, waiting to understand whether that was supposed to happen.

Then griffins screamed beyond the eastern wall.

A hundred riders crossed the sky in formation, a
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