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Chapter 3 Week One in Ice

Word Count: 1163    |    Released on: 11/07/2025

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blood, betrayal

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egal. Clean lines. Steel furniture. Art that was more pain than beaut

ized. All black

nally, voice like a sha

ch about trust, or threats, or

-met mine. "If I have to threaten you

ch. "That's a

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but by death count. War memoirs. Tactician journals. Psychological warfa

on the desk.

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did

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all

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had t

we left the cathedral.

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move to

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up.

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lowed.

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scared,"

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ay folded on

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atened me

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blade. "Lesso

spa

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soldier,"

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found a gift on the bed: a dagger.

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