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Cool night air seeped into the chamber through the shattered dome, but neither of the yalari cared. Veranesh studied the map they’d etched onto the wall, a detailed bird’s-eye plan of Kaighal and its surroundings, while Fyertash perched at the edge of the dome. He flicked his claws and looked toward the sea every other moment. The prospect of meeting those he had turned on must have been a source of anxiety, even if the cunning yalari never showed any emotion.
Veranesh scowled. It was time to stop pretending he had any interest in the map, to stop pretending he and Fyertash were allies. With the night late and humans already seeking rest, no one should interrupt them for long.
“You’ve been most helpful so far.” Veranesh didn’t look up at the other yalari. “Accepting every petty task
