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Claws Beneath the Crown

You came for a story — an investigative exposé on the Aurelius Syndicate's money-laundering network — and instead you found something that rewrites every myth you thought was fiction. Now the cathedral doors are sealed, forty guns are pointed at your back, and the man at the head of the table is not entirely a man. He hasn't given the order to fire. That single hesitation is the only thing keeping you breathing — and you have no idea why.