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Mia Corvere, newly made Blade of the Red Church, had expected the floor of the greatest killing ground in the Republic to be stained the colour of old wine. Instead, it was the pale gold of a Bleak Tide morning, raked smooth by slaves in tunics of rust and grey. The twin suns, Truedark and Easthome, hammered down from a bruised sky, and the shadows beneath the marble benches were sharp as shards of obsidian.

Vex smiled, the scar on his jaw pulling tight. “You remembered. That’s enough for the dead.”

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Vex laughed, a sound like grinding gravel. “Everyone in the vomitorium is a shadow, girl. The sun doesn’t touch us here. That’s the point.” He finally glanced back. His eyes were the same grey as the sea before a squall. “You’re not a gambler. Not a whore looking to wet her sandals in a champion’s blood. So why are you here?”

Vex tilted his head. “The moment the crowd forgets the man and sees only the beast?” Mia Corvere, newly made Blade of the Red

Mia’s hands were shaking. She didn’t care. “Why did you show me?”

“A slave who refuses to. He disarms, he humiliates, he walks away. The crowd loves him for it.” Vex’s voice dropped. “Today he faces the Sun Wolf. Three murders in his last four bouts. The Wolf doesn’t leave survivors.” Vex smiled, the scar on his jaw pulling tight

And somewhere in the black between stars, the dark mother laughed.