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... For cold, hard malice sharpened into blades. For a bellow that shook the stones and rattled the marrow of every man left standing in this chamber. Instead... what I got was worse.
Exhaustion.
Not righteous fury, not searing contempt, not even the cold calculation of a man measuring my neck for the noose. Just... exhaustion.
He dragged a hand down his face in a slow, weary motion, fingers digging into the creases beside his mouth, muttering under his breath. It was the sor ...
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