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... p> Seven of them. Spread across a raised platform, each spaced just far enough apart to carry presence. Different heights, builds, stances—but all still. No shifting. No nerves. Just eyes on the camera, like they could see through it.
Elias’s gaze locked on the woman in the center. Tall. Towering, almost. Blue hair draped clean down her back like silk cut from ice. He didn’t know her name, but something about the way she held her shoulders—it wasn’t new. Not a soldier. Something older. M ...
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