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THE SECRETS UNRAVELED
Author: Karven ash
last update2025-10-13 06:31:52

CHAPTER NINETEEN:

Dawn seeped into the city like a rumor—soft, persistent, unstoppable. The safehouse smelled of old coffee and paper; screens threw pale light across a table crowded with files. Billy set the Luoshen crate down as if it were a sleeping thing, and for a moment the room was completely silent. The carved lines that had meant nothing to a casual eye now felt like a ledger of deliberate choices. His father had left him a puzzle. Someone had rewritten the margins.

Evelyn crouched beside him, tracing a line with a fingertip. “This portion isn’t original,” she said. “Four pieces added later. Someone tampered with the pattern after your father left it.”

Twelve years. The number landed in Billy like a thrown stone. He remembered the game boards in his father’s study, the patient way his father had moved stones across the board as if teaching him to see cause before effect. “They expected me to miss it,” Billy said, throat tight. “They planned for my ignorance.”

Tyla’s hand shoo
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