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They pushed Leroth toward his stall. For once, diplomacy was not on sale. He confessed with the patience of someone who meant to survive by telling small truths—lie-softened, but true at their swollen heart. The blade had been sold, he admitted. The tribunal had paid. The merchant’s hands trembled when he spoke of the black bloom—how it seeped into grain stores and turned milk to sour whispers. He blamed the tribunal because a tribunal’s culpability was more marketable.

“Finish what?” The girl stepped forward, daring, eager for something to hold onto. “The bloom? The monsters? The—” She searched for the right word, lips forming the syllables like a charm. “The Undergrowth.” zenonia 1 remastered fixed