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Chapter 60: The Hidden Hand
Author: Evans Duodu
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The city awoke to the sound of distant horns. Not the horns of their own watchmen, but deep, guttural blasts echoing from the hills beyond. From the walls, sentries leaned forward, straining their eyes against the dawn mist.

The enemy’s camp stirred restlessly, smoke curling above their fires. Yet no army marched, no banners moved. It was as though the horns had been sounded not for war, but for warning.

Jonathan, summoned from his rest, stood upon the northern battlements. His sharp eyes studi
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