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... in the shadows, their breath misting in the cold air. They had watched everything.
The first man shifted his weight, his hand still gripping the hilt of his dagger, his knuckles white.
The second man stared down at the alley below—at the bodies scattered across the snow, at the limbless woman still shrieking weakly, at the blood-soaked figure walking away.
"We still moving?" the first man asked quietly.
Silence.
"I said, are we—"
"No."
The ...
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