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The words fell from Shahryel Kadir like a casual verdict. The stairwell’s fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a hollow counterpoint to the cold calm that radiated from him.
Fahim’s hand tightened on the rail. “Stop right there! Who are you?” he demanded, voice steadier than he felt.
Shahryel didn’t slow. He turned, lips quirking into a smile that showed no warmth. “Me? The dead don’t need to know anything, though.”
Fahim took a breath and stepped forward. “If you take ...
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