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The First Rebel Council
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Chapter 32

“Bring me my son. Alive.”

The king's voice faded from the brass token, leaving the ruined bathhouse silent.

Roderic looked at the three black circles on Mara's map. “Those stations are compromised.”

“Not necessarily occupied,” Mara said. “Black means the wards have accepted a command. The soldiers still need to reach them.”

“How long?” Lysa asked.

Mara studied the palace bells. “Less time than we want.”

Elian reached for the nearest circle. A river warehouse, two streets from the sh
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