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                                        Chapter 2: The Weight He Carried
                                
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... > He inhaled sharply. Merely a breath—damp, erroneous, interrupted.
He let the knife fall from his hand. It clanged against the cobblestones and darted beneath the wheel of an aristocrat's carriage. A woman shouted somewhere behind him.
He wobbled backward.
The guards didn't even glance at him. They continued to walk, creating a protective wall around the palanquin. The man within—the one Leon had attempted to murder—continued to smile. One hand against his face, blood se ...
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