Chapter 52 The Death Guard

The moon hung low in the night sky as Malachi left the dimly lit tavern, his hood pulled low over his eyes. The hushed conversations about the town's affliction lingered in the air like a haunting melody. He navigated the narrow cobblestone streets with the ease of a shadow, his steps purposeful as he made his way back to the modest inn.

Upon entering the inn, Malachi exchanged a brief nod with the innkeeper, a portly man with a receding hairline. The common room was mostly empty, with a few patrons nursing their drinks in somber silence. Satisfied that no one paid him undue attention, Malachi ascended the creaking stairs to his rented room.

Inside the chamber, he moved with practiced stealth. He closed the door, secured the locks, and approached the unassuming wardrobe in the corner. With a subtle touch, he activated a concealed mechanism, causing the wardrobe to shift, revealing a hidden entrance to an underground chamber.

Descending a narrow staircase, Malachi entered a secret cha
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