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... She was going towards the front door of her house.
For five straight years, we'd always used the back door of her house.
The front door was practically a myth—like honest politicians or good customer service.
But today, after half a decade of sweat, screams, and trauma disguised as "training," we were finally leaving through the front door.
And we all knew exactly what that meant.
On the other side of that door were Malthus' guards.
And Stronges wa ...
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