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Pelina ensured the storage room’s door was closed before she ventured between the crates and baskets creating a maze within its walls. Dust filled her nostrils as she brushed against the wood to find her way in the darkness. She kept the candle unlit, as the fire’s flickering could draw the attention of servants or guards to the seemingly unoccupied room, and only when she reached the far corner of the narrow room did a spark of flame by her will jump to the wick, offering meager light.
Once settled, she took out two sheets of paper. The first one contained a note written in a steady hand—unsigned, but she had no doubt who’d written it. I’ll still meet you when the time comes, but in the meantime, I need you to do something for me. She read it once more, even though the letters had al
