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Shadows Before the Flame
Author: Cindy Chen
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The night deepened around Rivermoore, cold and filled with the scent of ash and moss. Calen stood alone at the highest parapet of the citadel, eyes turned toward the darkened ridgelines to the east. Somewhere beyond them, Aerondale’s vanguard was marching with fire and steel.

Footsteps behind him were light but familiar. Carmen.

“Thought I’d find you brooding,” she said, her voice gentle.

Calen half-smiled, not turning. “Strategizing. Not brooding.”

“Same difference with you.”

She stepped up beside him, cloak wrapped tight, the pendant on her chest pulsing faintly like a second heartbeat. Below them, preparations stirred. Liora’s scouts rigged decoy tents, Seraphina’s illusions flickered like fading ghosts, and Queen Elara’s voice had just finished echoing through the lower courtyard—another speech to rally the troops.

“Are we ready?” Carmen asked.

Calen didn’t answer immediately. “No. But we act anyway.”

Carmen nodded slowly. Then, her voice lowered. “Liora told me what Hobb said. Ab
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