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... wake the dead.
Rein was on his feet in an instant, blood pumping, blade drawn from under his cloak in one smooth motion.
His breath came sharp and quick as he crouched low against the alcove wall, staring out into the ash-lit dark.
The tripwire had been tripped.
But nothing was caught.
He waited.
Seconds passed. Then a minute.
No movement. No sound. No footsteps.
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