

Excerpt: The Crucible by Aoibh Wood
Aethyrim like Mora Dray don't enroll. They're delivered.
Property of the Empire. Trained to kill. Culled when they break.
Mora walks through the gates with quick knives, a closed mouth, and a secret that will hang her if anyone looks too closely. So the plan is the one that's kept her breathing this long: be nobody. Head down, scores middling, name off every list. She has invisible down to an art.
Nobody warned her about Liora Skaggs.
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