The air was thick with the scent of smoke, and an eerie silence blanketed the city of Leyde, broken only by distant screams and crackling flames. The once-grand Vaelmont mansion stood like a fortress against the chaos, its stone walls shadowed by the flickering glow of distant fires. Inside, Wazenez tightened his grip on a crowbar, eyes sharp as he peered through a cracked window. A faint voice called from outside. He shouted back, "I’m a troublemaker! Think twice before knocking on this door!"
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