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... tinued.
Alka’s shadow stitched a thin, steady line across the flats as Kai ran beneath her, sand exploding in muted bursts from each footfall. Ahead, three points moved inside a gray haze: Mardek’s grin turned to a bar, Skall’s wide-shouldered patience, Oru’s drift that never quite settled into a place. They had pulled back from the broken wedge and gathered their best like teeth cupped in a fist. They expected a chase; they got a hunt.
Kai didn’t speak. He let the Wrath Crown ri ...
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