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... branch at a time, until even brave men decide the day is over.
The assassins did not care about brave men. They cared about roads and orders and the way blood moves when a heart is cut crooked. They moved like seven-star promises: quiet and fast and without kindness for themselves, which is the only kind of cruelty that never gets tired.
"I see three," Serit said, which meant he saw more. "And one shadow that should not be where shadows are."
Mia did not answer. She was ...
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