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... iron and fear.
It was colder here—darker, too—like the walls themselves drank light. I walked with purpose, each step echoing in the silence. Behind me, the two guards carried the would-be assassin by the arms, dragging his bloodied body through the corridor. His mask had been ripped off. His face... young. Too young for hands that moved like death itself.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t look afraid. And that made me furious.
They’d tried to kill her.
Athena.
And ...
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