Chapter 47 - SHADOWS AMONG THE CHILDREN

The Rim's twilight cast everything in bruised purples and muddy grays as Hayazaki picked his way through half-sunken alleys. His last visit to Bleak Square had offered only frustrating hints—whispers of the Tongueless, glimpses of a hooded figure, and the nagging sense that somewhere in that silence lay a lead to Myn's fate. Now, bolstered by grim resolve and the steely ache of his Malara doping, he marched toward a different contact: an underworld broker rumored to deal with rogue factions of all stripes.