But the echoes of shattered pride and unveiled loyalty would linger in the air like old perfume, heavy, unforgettable.

Even the man who had raised his hand to strike Linsy now stood with his face half-covered, his eyes a portrait of shame and dread. No one dared to breathe too loudly, as the heavy presence of Michael Helwart settled into the air like a thunderstorm on the verge of breaking. He stood like a sentinel among shadows, gaze icy and voice sharper than broken ...