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The Shadow’s Emissary

The neon glow of Ravenport pulsed in the rain-soaked streets, painting reflections across puddles and metal like scattered jewels. But the beauty of the city could not mask the unease settling in the alleyways.

Elara tightened her cloak around her shoulders, her crescent pendant glowing faintly. She had survived her first confrontation with the shadows, but a deep, instinctual warning trembled in her chest. Something — or someone — was coming.

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