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The safehouse was a converted monastery nestled in the Albanian mountains-cold, isolated, quiet. Stone walls muffled the wind. The survivors from the Blind Room were spread between two wings, tended to by Mira, Kieran, and a team of trauma medics flown in from Prague.
Isla hadn't slept in nearly thirty-six hours.
Her hands still shook when she re
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