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078. One Wrong Move, Death Follows
Author: La Mariachi
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As Morgana kept her gun pointed at Justin’s head, the tense silence in the boutique was shattered by the heavy doors flying open. And one by one, about twenty palace soldiers stormed inside with their boots echoing loudly against the marble floor.

Their uniforms were unmistakable. They wore black uniforms with dark red trim, and gold badges shaped like a serpent wrapped around a flame pinned to their chests. Their boots gleamed and their swords hung at their hips, and each one had a dagger strapped to their knees.

But among them, one man stood out. He was taller, broader, and more intimidating than the rest. His uniform was slightly different. Instead of the red trim, his was edged with a darker shade of maroon, and a wolf-shaped medallion hung around his neck as the mark of a high-ranking commander. This was Solomon. The head of the palace security. But now, he is just a man that has been assigned by the queen to her brother in order to protect him.

The soldiers quickly spread out a
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