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413: When the Shield Arrives Too Late
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Redhaven burned quietly.

That was the cruelest part.

By the time Adrian reached its outer fields, the fires had already eaten themselves thin, leaving behind blackened ribs of timber and the low, stunned moans of survivors who hadn’t yet realized what they had lost. Smoke drifted like a funeral veil across the valley, and the bells—once used to call farmers home at dusk—lay cracked and silent in the square.

Adrian dismounted before the soldiers could announce him.

He didn’t want ceremony.

He didn’t deserve it.

“Secure the perimeter,” he ordered Kael, his voice hoarse. “No one leaves until the wounded are counted.”

Kael hesitated. “Majesty… the reports said the uprising began three nights ago. The messenger was delayed.”

Three nights.

Adrian closed his eyes for half a breath.

Three nights ago, he had chosen restraint.

Three nights ago, he had let Selene’s gamble stand elsewhere.

Now Redhaven lay gutted.

He walked the streets alone.

Doors hung open, broken inward. A bakery lay collapsed
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  • 429: When the Crowd Turns

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  • 427: Proof Is a Cruel Thing

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