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... d to my right was standing tall, his hood casting shadows over a face that probably hadn’t smiled since birth.
The next, Freya exploded from behind a shelf like some furious jack-in-the-box, her hand flashing with the jagged shard of glass she’d been clutching all this time.
She buried it deep into his neck with such casual force that the sound—wet, tearing, hideous—made my stomach lurch.
The guard’s eyes went wide. He gurgled. Not a dramatic scream, not a curse to the go ...
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