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The quiet after Eden dropped the knife was almost worse than the moments before.
It echoed through the ruined orphanage like a thunderclap in reverse-nothing left but breath and the tremor of a choice made.
Isla didn't rush forward. Didn't seize the moment like an operative trained to subdue.
She simply knelt.
Not as a soldier.
Not as a leader.
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