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... separating.
Her head rolled to the side, eyes still wide, lips parted mid-word. Blood pooled outward, joining the growing river at Alex’s feet.
He exhaled once. Quiet. Then turned to the others—who now realized their silence would not save them.
Alex stood amidst the silence that followed Neferura’s execution, blood trickling from the edge of his katana like crimson tears. The scent of iron hung thick in the air, mixing with the wails and gasps of those still alive. Slowl ...
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