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... her. My tiny arms flailed, but the man carrying me only tightened his grip.
"Stop squirming, you little rat!" he growled, his breath hot and sour near my ear.
I couldn’t scream. My mouth was covered by something—a rough hand, maybe? It smelled like blood and ash. My eyes burned.
They were running.
"Run faster! You bastard! We can’t fail!" one of them growled.
Boots slammed against the marble floor. I could feel every jolt and shift as the man carrying me d ...
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