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... fs, Nolan stood barefoot outside the front archway, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the distant road like a man watching the horizon for an approaching storm.
The wind stirred his coat lightly. Behind him, the villa was silent—too silent.
This is all bullshit.
He rubbed his temples. Lirazel had been repeating the same thing for the last three hours: "They’re coming, Nolan. The enemy is near. They’re coming."
Coming? When?!
He kicked a rock off the edge of the ...
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