In Plain Sight
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A Springborn witch. An Illyrian warrior. A story of crossroads and fragile trust.
You and High Lord Eris have always been inseparable, joined at the hip at every important event, from meetings to after-parties . . . but because of your appearance, no one's ever given you the time of day. So as his spymaster, it's the perfect cover - hiding in plain sight.
But one fateful night, you meet your match in another spymaster. And he wants to speak with you alone.
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