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The wind carried the scent of the river as Isla stood in front of a rusted steel door in Lyon. The address had come from Julian, buried in one of Désirée's encrypted files-"Project Orpheus – Cell 9."
No signage. No windows. Just decay.
"Are you sure?" Dominic's voice came softly behind her.
"No." Isla pulled out her gun. "But we knock anyway."
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