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64. Hunted
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2026-10-22 06:30:53(Morrison)
They came in from the sea side, which is what I would have done, because the sea side was the only approach where the old wards had worn thin enough to let a stranger near.
The first I knew of it as a fight rather than an alarm was a round of bullets punching through the window a handspan from my head, and a breath behind it the whole frame blown inwa
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