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Chapter Seventy Three Micah in Longslavia Seven Hours Earlier
Author: Sam-crowned
last update2025-08-24 20:23:43

Micah looked back frantically as he walked through the crowded market square. His steps were hurried, uneven, as though the ground itself wanted to betray him. Every sound—the shuffle of feet, the call of a vendor, the clatter of a basket—felt amplified in his ears.

In Longslavia, the market square was always alive with noise and movement. To the locals, it was just another day of trading fish, cloth, and spices. But for Micah, this place was more than a marketplace. It was the first point of entry after crossing the river, proof that he had successfully set foot into foreign land. Yet, as he blended into the flow of people, his chest rose and fell in restless rhythm. He kept turning back, making sure no shadow lingered too close and no eye followed him too long.

He was an heir of the Santiago family, at least by blood. That alone carried a weight he could not shake. Though sent to the finest school in his town, he had never been the kind of student who paid attention. His head was fi
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