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The bone-white mask hid the assassin’s expression, but not his displeasure.
His body—jointed like a creature that remembered a different anatomy before choosing this one—slipped through the cracked service door of Grim Hollow without a sound. One shoulder rotated twice in an unnatural circle, the blades of his scapula compressing under the skin until his silhouette narrowed enough to slide into the corridor.
Behind him, the room still stank of scorched cloth and th ...
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