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’Before they move, we already know.’
"They literally already attacked me last night! Change that line!"
He exhaled through his nose.
Then closed the email—unread flag still blinking red in the corner of his vision.
"Great," he muttered, sipping his coffee. "Even Hell thinks I need a babysitter."
The bitterness of the brew grounded him—charcoal and chicory, aged beans boiled in saltwater and spite.
Lux leaned deeper into the couch cushions, ...
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