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Chapter 21 – Velvet Lies in Velmire
The city of Velmire was a place of masks.
Golden domes glinted under the setting sun, casting long shadows over marble streets lined with statues of long-dead rulers. The air smelled of cinnamon, coal smoke, and coin. Every corner glistened with wealth-but none of it felt real.
Kael pulled his hood lower. "We