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... arious darian leaders argued about supply routes like they were discussing the weather. Her ass hurt from the wooden bench, and she kept shifting, which made Sirah’s hand tighten on her thigh like a fucking vise.
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The tent was packed with muscle-bound killers, all of them gesturing at maps and talking strategy. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, leather, and barely contained violence. Melisa felt like a shee ...
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