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... celot.
Or Lucius.
’Even Heinz, please.’
But fate was cruel.
His heart dropped like a stone in his chest.
A stranger stood over him. Gruff. Broad-shouldered. Filthy. A beard like wire and eyes sharp with menace. He held Florian as if he weighed nothing—like he wasn’t a person but cargo.
And behind him... more men.
Armed. Leering. Their armor mismatched, their faces dirty and twisted into smirks. Not soldiers. Not knights.
Predators. ...
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