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... o take out the guards one by one, lobbing off their heads.
To them, he was no different than a ghost.
Not a single one saw him coming.
A quick slash, a stab to the kidney, a blade across the throat—silent, efficient, brutal.
By the time he was done, the outer edges of the camp were littered with bodies, and no one inside had a clue.
"Fourteen."
Malik wiped the blood off his blade and turned his attention to the heart of the camp.
The tents, ...
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