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Chapter Sixty-Two- A Map of Power

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Mirra's archive was in the estate's oldest wing.

Not the historical archive of pack records and alliance documentation that most packs kept in their administrative buildings. This was something else. A room that had been added to the estate three generations ago specifically for Mirra's work, with bookshelves built floor to ceiling on all four walls, a long central table covered in maps and documents and the specific, organized chaos of a scholar who knew exactly where everything was and had no
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