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Cold Steel, Warm Blood

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-18 18:06:53

POV: ARIA

The snow didn't fall here; it drove sideways, sharp as broken glass, stripping the skin off my cheeks until I couldn't feel the bite of the storm anymore. All I could feel was the dead weight of Elias’s head resting against my thigh, his breath coming in ragged, whistling hitches through a shattered lung.

His tactical suit, designed to survive extreme sub-zero exposure, was torn open from collarbone to hip. Beneath the shredded kevlar, his blood wasn't red anymore. It had turned a dar
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