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... amps, no patrol torches.
Liora met us at the service door: hair pale as new metal, soft blue eyes steady. Dorian waited behind her, hands loose.
"Cold kit only," Liora said. "No flares. No light that sings."
I tapped my pack. Bone Lantern, Bone Sapper, line, wedges, a stripped Warden frame folded flat. Marrow and Hollow sat in Shade, leashes tight.
We slipped into the Gate Four service run. I thumbed the Lantern to life. It didn’t glow so much as hush the dark—a g ...
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