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... —like the whole Annex smelled fresh meat and decided on seconds.
We were thirty meters past the Warden’s kill circle. The pylons here stood taller and meaner—iron ribs half-swallowed by peat, blue sigils pulsing like sick veins. Lotus pads tiled the water in a fat green quilt, but there were gaps: black channels sliced between pads, narrow and straight, like somebody had cut hallways into a lake. Thread flags Hana tied on the way in hung off cattails behind us, little white whispers poin ...
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