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Chapter 13: The Mirror and the Mask
They came like a wave.
Shadows poured from the Rift Citadel gates-vampires cloaked in blood-slick armor, corrupted guardians bound to Nyah's will, and spectral hounds summoned from the bones of forgotten cities. At their front strode Nyah herself, the Veil Mask gleaming in the twilight.
Ayo stood at the ridge,