The Veil of Deception (Rise of the Deceiver, #2)
Description
The city is breathing lies. I can feel them crawling through the
streets, winding up alleyways, twisting into every face, every
thought, every whispered question. The Dominion has learned
how to do more than silence; they've learned how to rewrite
reality itself. They've painted fear and obedience onto the city
like a canvas, and every citizen is a brushstroke under their
control.
I move along the rooftops, hood drawn tight against the drizzle,
boots whispering over wet tiles. Below, Dominion patrols march
in rigid lines, unaware that we are watching, that we are alive.
Every shadow could be an ally, every flicker of movement a
warning. My pulse is steady, my mind sharp. Seven days.
Fourteen hours. Three minutes. Thirty-three seconds. The
clock isn't theirs-it belongs to us, to the Remnant, and the
countdown of courage has already begun.
Lyra slides onto the rooftop behind me, breath uneven but eyes
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fierce.
