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... — instant, brutal waves, everyone in the basement feeling the ripple push at their feet.
Conish’s hand tightened on a knife, then slackened. The head chef’s apron turned a shade paler. John, who’d been leaning against a crate with a rag in his hands, drew a breath that didn’t leave his lungs.
Even the soldiers — grown men who’d seen blood from battles and poorly-fired ovens — had the same blank look of disbelief.
The three were supposed to wait. They’d been told to wait: ...
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