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... er got the Red Box... or we’re all dead."
His thoughts scrambled as he remembered what he’d heard—the whispered rumors from higher up. About the thing tied to the Box. About what happens if it falls into the wrong hands... or the wrong shadow.
"Please let it be where he said it was... please."
He pushed himself up, legs weak beneath him, eyes scanning the crimson-smeared floor.
"I should clean this," he mumbled, though he knew it was pointless. There weren’t enoug ...
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