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At the outer gate, where the old stone met the new ironwork and a bronze plaque listed the names of the founders, three figures stood watching the tide of people move into the market. They wore no uniforms, though two bore the compact marks of service: weathered belts, knives kept in scabbards polished not for display but for routine work; a chipped shoulder pauldron on one that had once held brass insignia. The third was younger, lean and quick-eyed, and the cut of her coat was modern—practical lines, many pockets stitched inside for things a woman in the market might need and no one else would ask about.

Silence pressed like a hand.

On the pier, Daern's boat rocked gently. He ran his fingers along the wood as if finding comfort in the familiar grain. "I'm glad you were there," he told Lysa. "You saw the marks." Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...