Marleth Street was narrower than Jaegar had expected. It ran between two rows of townhouses that leaned toward each other at the upper floors, creating a corridor effect that would have been atmospheric in better circumstances and was, in these circumstances, tactically concerning—limited sightlines, restricted movement, and multiple windows from which someone could observe without being observed.
Veronica slowed as they reached the corner of Gallows Road.
She raised a hand - a small, precise gesture that stopped the group without a word needing to be spoken.
She was reading the street.
Jaegar read it too.
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The signs were there if you knew what to look for, and Jaegar had learned to look for them in places considerably less forgiving than this.
Scorch marks on the stonework of the building to their left—not fire damage, but the particular scarring that arcane energy leaves when it impacts a surface at high velocity.
