Chapter 41
Elena’s smile was triumphant, the look of an architect who had found the one structural flaw that could bring down an entire skyscraper. "I look forward to the results, Siena. Do try not to let the roof fall in before the month is up." With a sharp click of her heels, Elena turned and walked back to her silver car. The engine purred to life, a low, predatory growl that echoed through the valley before she sped away, leaving a cloud of dust that settled slowly over the courtyard. Siena stood alone in the silence. The sun was dipping below the tree line, casting long, skeletal shadows across the grass. She looked down at her blue-stained hands. They were the hands of a worker, a weaver, a woman who had survived years of hardship. She had built a life out of thread and shadow long be
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