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... wn the middle. Cultists and slavers, carved as if the air had become a sword. Blood soaked the cracked temple stones, leaking into the dirt, spreading like a silent scream.
And in the center of it all stood Lan.
Devil’s Lie hung loosely from his hand, its black blade steaming as if thirsting still. His fingers were stained with blood—some his, most not.
He wasn’t moving. He was seeing.
A haze clung to the edge of his vision, less from fatigue, more from something. ...
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