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CHAPTER 59 The Drum Beneath the Shrine
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Rain fell over Egba Kingdom like a warning.

Not violent.

Not yet.

But steady enough to drown small sounds and hide dangerous movements.

The city slept lightly beneath dark clouds while thunder rolled far beyond the mountains, slow and patient, like footsteps approaching from another world.

Deep beneath the old western quarter of the kingdom, hidden under abandoned tunnels and forgotten stone pathways, torches burned within a vast underground chamber.

The Thunder Base.

What had once been a colla
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