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Chapter 21: Forced Together
Author: Alora Grey
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The overseer's whistle cut through the morning fog before the sun had fully cleared the eastern wall. Aurelius woke to the sound already dressed, already dreading it. Three long blasts meant assembly, and assembly at this hour meant nothing good.

He was right.

The yard was half frozen, the mud stiff under his boots as he lined up with the others. Names were called in no particular order, men and women plucked from different blocks, different loyalties, different grudges. When his name rang out,
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