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... e scrape of his boots and the faint blow of the shadow attendants.
Their grip on his arms was not merely firm but unnaturally cold. Zakar didn’t resist. His body swayed, head lowered, feigning weakness, though behind his still eyes his mind burned.
His system had remained silent for sometime yet its presence thrummed like a shield inside his skull, reminding him that the interrogation had not broken him.
He had given them a story that worked, half-truths coated in poison. ...
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