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The brothel's thick door seals with a soft click, cutting off the last sound of knightly boots on wet cobblestones. Candle flames shiver in the sudden quiet, throwing elongated shadows across velvet drapes and scarred wooden floors. A murmur of relief passes through the women as they retreat to their tasks. Bride emerges from behind the curtain, her stitched face impassive. She moves to the window, using the barrel of her gun to nudge the drape aside. Lamplight from the street slicks the rain-slicked stones—a patrol of six knights, methodically searching the narrow alleys. 'We stay until it's clear,' she says, tone devoid of inflection. Nina slinks to the arm of her chair, proffering a box of Scattergories like an olive branch. Bride scoffs, her gaze sweeping the room—and halts. Your…