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... st was quiet.
But quiet in the way broken places often are, where the echoes of violence still linger, suspended in the air like dust waiting to settle. Grim Hollow lay bruised under a weak grey sky, its structures leaning like wounded soldiers.
Silas sat alone on the jagged shell of a toppled barricade, shoulders hunched forward, breathing shallow. His ribs felt cracked, but pain was a familiar companion. A necessary one.
The real tremor inside him came from something de ...
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