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"But at the cost of thousands?" She clutched the book to her chest. "If I bring this to the public forum, the truth will—" "The City of Gilded Spires needs fuel to stay afloat, Elara
"You shouldn't have taken that," a voice rasped from the shadows of the mahogany shelves.
"It’s all here, isn't it?" Elara whispered, her voice trembling. "The 'accidents' in the lower districts, the disappearing shipments of aether... it wasn't the rebels. It was the Council."
Elara froze. Master Kaelen stepped into the dim candlelight, his face a map of deep-set wrinkles and secrets. He didn't look angry; he looked exhausted.