The shop’s bell chimed softly as Kael Veyne turned a page of the ancient ledger resting on his counter. The flickering candlelight caught the silver threads in his vest, casting shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. He looked up, violet eyes sharp and knowing, as the door creaked open.
“You’re late,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, yet edged with quiet amusement. “But then again, time is such a fragile construct, isn’t it?”
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