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... ive.
Not feared. Not respected.
Just used.
My hands were trained to kill without tremble, my feet to move without sound. I didn’t leave behind wounded cries or lingering breaths—only silence.
Cold, clinical silence.
The kind that lingers even after blood dries.
Some whispered I was stronger than First Gens. But it meant nothing.
Not in the Singhaniya family.
To them, I was still a stain. A ...
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