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Chapter 112. Shadows Within
Author: Achie Ver
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The body of the assassin was still warm when Kai ordered it removed. Guards dragged it through the corridors, blood dripping across the marble floor, leaving a trail like a warning.

But inside, Kai felt no victory. Only the weight of something darker pressing in. The Silk Veil. It was no longer a whisper or rumor. It was here. Inside Crest. Inside his house.

By dawn, he had ordered the tower sealed. Every door locked, every guard doubled, every corridor patrolled.

But even with walls of steel and men with rifles, he felt eyes on him. Eyes he could not see.

Kevin sat close at his side, still pale. His small hands fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve, his pistol tucked into his belt though it seemed far too big for him. He had barely slept. “Will they come again?” Kevin asked.

“Yes,” Kai said without hesitation.

Kevin swallowed. “Then why lock the doors?”

“To slow them,” Kai answered. “Not to stop them. You don’t stop shadows with locks.”

Lira entered the room, dropping a bundle of pap
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