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The air was dense with everything they didn't say.
Isla stood in the dim corridor outside the cell, her back against the cold concrete wall, breath still ragged. Inside, Lucien Vale sat like a serpent in a cage-silent now, content in the chaos he'd unleashed.
Kael hadn't spoken since she confessed.
She glanced down the hallway. He was there, sti
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