Secret Network

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The Silent Code

The air reeked of burnt herbs and gunpowder as Clara pressed her back against the timber wall, fingers tightening around the vial in her pocket. The farmhouse loomed ahead, its windows dark, but she could hear the muffled voices through…

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The Glovemaker’s Network

The scent of beeswax and rosewater clung to Antoine like a second skin. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight slicing through the gloom of his workshop, illuminating a half-finished glove—ivory silk, almost translucent. He didn’t sell warmth,…

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