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Chapter 10: Divided Loyalties
Author: drista
last update2026-09-06 07:46:45

Zervik’s polite smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the crisp click of his loafers on the wet concrete seemed far too loud in the confined space of the transit terminal.

"Survival is a harsh term for what you're offering, Zervik," Deyvorn said, his voice dropping an octave as his thumb slid over the hidden catch of his heavy-duty utility knife. "You want the map, the cart, and whatever else is under this canvas, and you think a mild threat is going to make me hand it over?"

"It’s not a mild threat
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