Who is She?
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-03-14 20:07:16

The grand halls of the palace stretched before him, bathed in the dim glow of torches flickering along the stone walls. The air inside was cooler than the streets outside, carrying the faint scent of polished wood, parchment, and the lingering trace of incense.

Calen kept his pace steady, his boots tapping lightly against the smooth marble floors as he moved deeper into the fortress-like structure. He had made it past the gates, but his mission was far from over. The barracks—he needed to find them.

But that was the problem.

He had no idea where they were.

His sharp eyes flicked across the hallways, studying the architecture, the banners lining the walls, the occasional flicker of movement in the distance. He took a turn, moving past a long corridor with tall windows that overlooked the darkened courtyards below.

His stolen uniform had granted him passage, but lingering too long in the wrong place would raise suspicion. He needed to act like he belonged—walk with purpose, but not too
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