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... tower. The wind pulled at his black coat. Below, the capital city spread out—red roofs, white stone bridges, markets full of color and noise. It was loud and alive.
But his thoughts were far away.
His ribs still hurt under the bandages. The bruises hadn't gone away. One curled under his jaw like a shadow. Another stretched along his side, deep purple fading to yellow.
Today wasn't a normal shift.
Today was part of Asthia's plan.
Seris was being moved to a ...
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