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... one hall.
She did not walk.
She did not slow.
She stormed in, shattering the cracked doors with her shoulder, blood streaking her armor, her blade hot with mana and trembling rage.
And then—
She saw it.
The body.
Slumped sideways on the throne like a wilted statue. Robes soaked through. A jagged wound in his chest where blood had pooled like an ink stain across velvet.
"...No," Lara whispered.
Her blade lowered an inch.
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