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A quiet week had passed in Assex, but Rael knew the peace wouldn’t last. It never did. The town had grown faster than he could have imagined. Spies from the Kiston Kingdom had tried to infiltrate the population, but the Shadow, ever vigilant, sniffed them out before they could even sit down for their first ale at the tavern. Raslyn had handled them quietly, sending her roughest guards to “talk” to the spies. They didn’t last long, and nobody in Assex even blinked when the bodies disappeared. It was during this lull that the message came via hawk. The High Blades had sent word of a neutral meeting location: the Pillars of Nyx, an ancient, crumbling ruin halfway between Assex and the Vael’Thor stronghold. The message reeked of arrogance, but Rael wasn’t one to turn down an opportunity, even
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