The coast? Clear as the noon sun.
Like a thief in the night, Zoryn Spinnet rolled onto the scene. Stuck posters up side-by-side so that they covered an entire section of the wall that used to be home for the bulletin board.
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And then rolled out. Not a whisper. Not a sound. She left behind not a single trace.
This. Was. War.
And she would be getting the last laugh.