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Chapter 80: Wedge Formation
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... und running. The marching sound from beyond the walls is louder now—a deep, tectonic rumble that vibrates through the soles of my boots and doesn’t stop.
The squad is exactly where I left them. Same spot. Different energy.
Rhayne is rubbing her gloves together in a slow, repetitive loop—the specific, unconscious rhythm of someone managing anxiety through friction. Her storm-cloud eyes are locked on the main gate, tracking the flow of soldiers pouring through it.
Brendon a ...
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