Chapter 65: Covert Meeting

Chapter 65: Covert Meeting

The warehouse district at night, with the watch posts empty, had the feel of something stuck in the throat. It wasn’t real silence, because the city never gave him that, but a specific lack in the places where voices should have been and where the illegal network had usually kept a low, constant watch across these streets for decades.

The militia had cleared the route without alerting the building ahead, which was the point. A lamp burned in the second-floor window of the warehouse, and the glow felt odd for a storage facility at this hour. Someone had put it there so it would show from the street.

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