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... cross the assembled mercenaries with focus that made hardened killers want to look away.
But it was the weight that hit hardest. Pure power radiating from him like heat from a forge, making the air itself feel heavier.
’This is who I came to fight?’ Marcus thought, horror dawning. ’This is the boy who was in a coma?’
The cloaked figure moved to stand beside Jack. Then, he reached up and pulled back the hood.
Pale flesh. Blank white eyes that held no pupils.
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