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... the city didn’t know it yet.
Not truly.
Not with certainty, and not with the fire such a revelation would ignite.
He moved through alleys like shadow between breaths, covered beneath a cloak of dusk and silence.
In the slums, where soot clung to skin and children ran barefoot through puddles of blood and piss, his name was still spoken in whispers.
A curse, a prayer, a promise.
They said the Whisperer of Death had fallen. They said he’d returned. ...
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