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... you could peel it like burnt paper. Cain pushed the door open with a shove of his shoulder. The hinges screamed but gave way.
Inside: emptiness. Dust. A few scattered crates. No cameras, no cult symbols, no signs of recent occupation.
Good enough.
Cain stepped in, did a quick sweep, then motioned to Sirin. "We stay here for now."
She crossed the threshold, eyes adjusting instantly. "This place isn’t safe."
"Nowhere is safe," he replied. "This is just less ...
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