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Chapter 146
Author: Dep Flair
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Draven kept watch while the others slept, his eyes scanning the darkness between the trees. Every shadow looked like a threat. Every sound made his hand drift toward his sword.

Something was wrong.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but the feeling sat heavy in his gut. The rescue had been too easy. The mercenaries too disorganized. For a professional company, they'd fallen apart fast.

Too fast.

Beside him, Varen shifted in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible. Rask breathed heavily, his ribs clearly hurting from the beating he'd taken.

Draven looked at them in the dim moonlight filtering through the trees.

Then he froze.

Varen's wrist. The rope burns were there, red and raw. But something about them looked wrong. Too perfect. Too symmetrical.

Draven stood slowly, moving closer. He knelt beside the merchant, studying his face in the pale light.

The cuts were real. The bruises were real. But the way Varen breathed, the way he lay there—

It was too still. Too posed.

Like a paint
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