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The room was silent, but it pulsed with tension, the kind that settled into bones like a storm waiting to break. Isla stood at the edge of the glass window in her temporary safehouse, the city sprawled below like a kingdom she was meant to conquer-but hadn't yet. Her fingers twitched against the cold sill, aching for the weapon she hadn't needed to
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