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Chapter One hundred and fifty-two
Author: Sugar boy
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The torches of the war camp guttered in the wind, their light flickering like unsteady hearts. Adrian sat alone in his tent long after the captains had gone, the parchment lying on the table like a venomous serpent waiting to strike.

He could still hear the arguments — Roderic’s booming denial, Myles’s sharp accusations — and beneath them, Selene’s voice, cold and cutting as steel.

But the whisper of betrayal lingered.

Before the moon wanes, one will deliver you to Darius.

At dawn, Adrian summoned the captains again. They gathered stiffly, eyes narrowed, their armor gleaming but their hearts heavy. The letter’s poison had already begun its work.

“Tonight we march on Cindral’s ridge,” Adrian announced, his tone steady though his chest burned. “Darius will not expect us to strike so soon. We will cut his supply lines before his main force can descend.”

A murmur rose — not of assent, but of suspicion.

“March blindly into his trap, you mean,” Myles spat.

“Or perhaps,” Roderic countered, g
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