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... oss cracked earth.
For a long, brutal moment, the five Church infiltrators stood frozen in place, their grins wilted into grim lines, their hands drifting too close to hidden blades.
Ian watched them without blinking.
He did not posture or threaten.
He did not need to.
He was a statue carved from blood and silence, his hands loose at his sides, his twin bone daggers humming faintly at his back— a sound no living ear could hear, but one the soul instinctive ...
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