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... an execution chamber—calm, composed, but with that quiet, exhausted gravity that made both Avin and Henry shut up mid-sentence.
The air shifted.
Avin straightened instinctively, the casual slump in his shoulders erased, and Henry—who was midway through laughing at one of his own jokes—snapped upright like he’d just remembered what "discipline" was.
Theo’s gaze swept the room and landed on Avin, deliberate and unwavering.
"I hope you’re both well rested," he said, ...
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