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The fortress loomed like a curse carved into the cliffs of Montenegro.
From the outside, it looked abandoned-wind-scoured stone, moss crawling across cracked battlements, and no light to betray life. But Isla knew better. Inside, it was a tomb. Not for the dead-but for the living Odin had hidden away to silence them.
The Blind Room.
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