Nightshade and silver

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*DAMON* "Perfides are undefeatable, every one of us will die. How can defending ourselves save us?" I sharply gazed into the crowd, looking for the culprit behind that suspicious question. The people are not aware of our enemies and whoever said that had just revealed it. "How will…" "Who spoke last?!" Rosaline interrupted the next speaker. She must have gotten the hint like I did. The crowd appeared confused by her question, thankfully someone pointed to the culprit. "Him." I observed the path the voice referred to and saw a blonde woman, fright written on her face. A spy… "Damon! A spy!" Rosaline yelled and jumped down the podium before I could react pushing her way into the crowd to catch the spy. "Rosaline wait…" I called, going after her, seeing the tension arise, they clear

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