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... ore dawn, each chime hollow as a coffin. The city below barely stirred, lost in uneasy dreams. But in the prison yard, a shadow walked where no man had stepped in decades.
The Executioner had returned.
They said he had no name—only a title passed down like a curse. Hooded, faceless, more myth than man, he had once delivered justice with an axe carved from cursed iron and a silence that clung to him like fog. The city claimed he vanished after the last execution—when the wrong man ...
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