Silent Steps

Seraphine slipped through the corridors, heart pounding but steps measured. Someone knew.

And that meant she had to be smarter.

She couldn't afford another direct confrontation. Not yet.

The knowledge she carried was dangerous—deadly, even. If they had been watching her tonight, they would watch again.

Which meant she had to become a ghost.

No more moving alone. No more using the same paths through the palace. No more reading by candlelight where anyone could see.

She would play their game.

But on her terms.

To be continued…

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