Inquisitor Kael Varro had always considered his instincts infallible.They had guided him through the Ordos’ labyrinth of lies, through the endless war of interpretation that was the Inquisition itself. He…

Rasia’s hands were wrapped around the Hecutor stubgun in a vice grip. Blood pooled at the edge of the stairwell, darker where it touched the soot-glass tiles. Not hers. They’d…