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401: The Mercy They Would Choose
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Edrin Vale listened to the reports without interruption.

No anger crossed his face. No satisfaction, either. The Listener finished speaking and waited, uncertain.

“She stood before them,” the man said. “She warned them. Publicly.”

Edrin nodded once. “As expected.”

“And Marethis?”

“A pause,” the Listener replied. “Not withdrawal. Not loyalty. Debate.”

Edrin smiled faintly.

“Perfect.”

The Listener hesitated. “Shall we respond?”

Edrin turned from the tall windows of Velmora’s upper spire. Below, the city moved in gentle order—no patrols shouting commands, no banners declaring authority. Only systems. Agreements. Quiet coordination.

“Yes,” he said. “But not to her.”

The New Strategy

By dawn, messengers did not ride for capitals.

They rode for guild halls, temples, grain councils, and healers’ conclaves.

No proclamations were made.

No alliances announced.

Instead, letters arrived bearing a simple seal—an unbroken circle.

Inside each was the same message, written in careful, modest script:

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