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... ting it settle like a bad aftertaste. If I had a coin for every ancient, supposedly dead organization that turned out to still be kicking, I’d have... well, two coins. Which wasn’t a lot, but it was weird that it happened twice.
Mara had been uncharacteristically quiet since we left the abandoned wing, her brows furrowed so hard I half-expected them to form a second face. She still clutched the old robe like it was a bomb, her fingers tracing the faded sigil every few minutes like she wa ...
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