Riley

The high iron gates of the Thorne estate stood open just enough for a single man to pass through, and I pushed the frame wide while Fantine stepped past my shoulder, with Silas and twelve of his white-furred spearmen following right behind us on the stone driveway under the moonlight. We kept our boots light against the flat rocks, and as we reached the first guard post near the garden fence, two of Silas's men moved forward fast without making a single sound, grabbing the syndicate sentries by their collars and dragging them quietly into the bushes before either guard could raise a rifle or scream for help.

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