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Chapter 21: The Weight of Mercy
Author: Sanjana
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The rotten timber of the tavern door didn’t just open; it exploded inward, showering the common room in splinters and wet mud.

"Inquisition! Nobody move!"

The roar cut through the screams of the patrons. In an instant, the remaining tavern candles choked out, their tallow wicks dying not from wind, but from the sheer, suffocating gravity radiating from Kaizareth.

"Get back," Nymeria hissed, her hand already sliding beneath her cloak to the hilt of her hunting knife. She stepped in front of Kaiz
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