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... ith quiet finality. I poured a cool edge into my tone, making it clear I wasn’t here to beg for directions or plead for mercy. He might have expected confusion, or demands, or even gratitude. He would get none of that. I was Draven, and I had not forgotten who I was, no matter how battered my spirit felt.
In that moment, the final echoes of my statement lingered, swirling around us both. My senses drank in every nuance: the dust in the air, the stinging dryness clinging to my throat, the ...
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