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... , orders, footsteps pounding against the underground stone like war drums. But Cyrin Alastor didn’t turn back. He couldn’t.
The Ghosthound Queen’s bloodied body was draped across his arms like a weapon sheathed in flesh. Her hair, long, thick, and matted with crimson, dangled with a life of its own as he carried her rapidly into the secluded wing of the underground.
Varya was beside him, her boots slamming hard against the stone as she struggled to keep up.
They burst int ...
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