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... had tasted enough of Hell’s cruelty to be numb.
But nothing—nothing—had prepared him for this.
They dragged Aurora forward like a broken doll, her bare feet leaving a smear of blood on the stone. Her head lolled, strands of hair plastered to her cheek with sweat and dirt, her wrists bound in iron cuffs. She had been beaten, starved, dragged through the filth. And yet—when their eyes met—Atlas saw it. A flicker. A shard of defiance still alive behind her exhaustion.
He tr ...
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