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... her throat. The air stank of moss, copper, and ozone. Her eyes, furious and red-rimmed, burned toward the signal—a faint pulse of light beyond the dark trees, mocking her brother’s death. Her twin, her shadow, her half-soul, snuffed out like a candle in a storm.
She lunged forward, muscles screaming with grief and adrenaline, only to be yanked back by Number Ten’s iron grip.
"Wait, you fucking idiot," Ten hissed, his voice low, sharp enough to cut through her haze. "Number Nine ...
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